❝ I write where the ink bleeds like rain on old parchment -
haunted by quiet halls, lost hearts, and the kind of sorrow that becomes poetry.
Not to escape reality, but to feel it more deeply. ❞

📖 for those who carry silence like a second skin
☁ daydreamer. ink-breather. soul stitched together by stories

✒️ writing to remember. writing to heal.
❝ I am not perfect. But I am trying.
And perhaps that's what makes the wounded souls more worthy than the rest. ❞🖤
                                                            _ Nyxsolace _