Hey ya'll!
Throughout the past half year -
through sheer coincidence and the help of my beloved friends and family -
I have collected some puzzle pieces that have helped me return some of my repressed memories of childhood trauma and loss that mark a few weeks making up possibly the worst point in my life.
*deep inhale that was a long sentence*
I've decided to use poetry as one of my means of coping with this stuff, and have collected my emotions in A Dark Room, 3AM. Feel free to give it a look if you are in need of some vaguely depressing and somewhat incomprehensible sadness.
I'll probably keep adding to it as this progresses, and I'll post here again when (if) I ever reach a conclusion.
Wish the best for ya'll
Enntide <3