𝕝𝕪𝕟𝕘𝕓𝕒𝕜𝕣𝟠𝟚

reason's why I'm grateful

a small cloud of pent up emotions

small words may not say very much, but they can mean a lot

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

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

you are a beautiful person.

They never forgave, and they never forgot.

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

A travelling storyteller discovers something among abandoned ruins.

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

There began a ticking in the basement.

What does it look like when a poem is born?