down the rabbit hole
i live through literature. breathing through poetry and feeding through prose. i am a warrior with the pen as my sword and the paper as …
M/nyc
these days breathe through words, molecules of vowels, stem cells of consonants, the fabric, the tissues of life, veins are a dictionary of corpuscles, red …
I really have no name
"Through a foggy window in the rain ― When you thought no one was watching ― Going through your memories like so many prisons to …