Jan 2021
i have left pieces of me to people i've loved,
i called it art; some remains close to me like home,
some are kept and never retrieved, relentlessly wandering ;
round and round in a museum filled of memories & history.
IA ☕
i called it art; some remains close to me like home,
some are kept and never retrieved, relentlessly wandering ;
round and round in a museum filled of memories & history.
IA ☕
01.07.21. | it's been a while since i last wrote a poem past 3AM in the morning after having some coffee. here's my first poem for '21.
i also made a twitter & ig platform found at @ileanaamara_ , i'm planning to use it as a creative outlet of poetries, art, & spilled thoughts. although posts are yet to come, feel free to visit. :)
i also made a twitter & ig platform found at @ileanaamara_ , i'm planning to use it as a creative outlet of poetries, art, & spilled thoughts. although posts are yet to come, feel free to visit. :)
