I do not
feel loved,
never have and I
would not know what to do
anyway.

Poets are a strange bunch-
we enjoy the fall until we've hit the ground.
Sometimes we push ourselves if
for nothing but the art.
Oh, how we find that spark
in the darkness of suffering.
Indeed, what a mad bunch we are,
to find sanity in our madness
and I wouldn't have it
any other way.

it wasn't until the sun rose
that I realized
just how much
I was in love with the moon

When I say
that you are my Sun,
I don’t mean that you are
Luminous,
Brilliant,
Gilded,
Beautiful,
Bold,
Warm,
Or even the center of my universe.
I simply mean that
I cannot look at you
Without hurting

Do you ever feel
strange to be in your own skin-
like a foreigner?

2:09 PM
6/3/22

Up I fall
Deeply, all gravity gone
Endless song so fine
Forever smile on face of mine.



Shell ✨🐚

Flowers deserve to be loved,
admired and appreciated.

I am not okay
but I am better than who
I used to be then

11:36 PM
22/2/22