the barren elegies

The amber skies are angelic and enchanting, as if they're written by a poet. The rivers flow, people move on, the sun sets and rises again but the pain in your heart stays the same. The wounds get rougher, and you feel like only ink and paper could stop you bleeding. My barren elegies stopped the bleeding for me. Dive into the pages, where ink meets vulnerability. Let these barren elegies flow through your veins, echoing the unspoken words of your own heart.