The shore and stars rise, recede within me.
Metaphoric poem about fire.
A short poem: You are never truly alone, I am always here for you <3
Day 5. Bright room, Pretty skirt,
Where am I? My essence, my personality, I have retreated inside.
How much does society force us to internalize?
My internal war started a while ago
Myth of creation, Lemuria
The perfect daughter, the perfect best friend, the perfect grades, the perfect body, but a shattered mind