𝕝𝕪𝕟𝕘𝕓𝕒𝕜𝕣𝟠𝟚

In which we reach a turning point

What does it look like when a poem is born?

Why do we blame ourselves for things we can't control?

A travelling storyteller discovers something among abandoned ruins.

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. This is what beauty is to me.

reason's why I'm grateful

people have different uses for their spare time. this is one of mine.

a poem made from random emojis

some things that went through my mind the last time it rained

i've never liked this holiday

a letter for ♥ 𝐂ℓ๏ŴภẸ𝐘 ♥

In which we meet a complication