𝕝𝕪𝕟𝕘𝕓𝕒𝕜𝕣𝟠𝟚

a letter to whoever needs it today

i stay up too late sometimes

The moon, the tree, the picket fence, and the pain of leaving

We don't know all there is to know about the things that go bump in the night.

a poem for the lonely grey days when it's hard to keep going

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

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

There began a ticking in the basement.

we humans are easily broken

what do you do when a friendship falls apart?

we all need a little encouragement sometimes

it hurts when something like this ends.