𝘾𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀𝙍

Poetry collection.

Dear reader,

You may reckon this as a conglomeration of epistles. Epistles that weave my seasons of emotions and hovering thoughts.

From the rage of summer to the calmness of winter, my heart has discerned unfathomable ordeals in order to adapt to the maims and contempts of the cynical world.

A heap of thoughts piled up in the back of my mind, poised on the tips of their toes, conspiring in a clandestine meeting on how to drag down the sanity I hold on to.

And yet, that's not all. In the darkness, Autumn and Spring lulled my crestfallen heart to sleep, cloaking it with the flannel of alleviation, calming the chaos of the mind, taming the barbaric thoughts into a pleasantly light image in the bloom of positivity.