A peril of going through the internet; you change. It rattles around the head.
Tag: poetry
The last piece I wrote in 2020
I think it’s incomplete.
but didn’t i promise to fall in love
These letters, like this promise, is not for you.
Art: Glass hearts do not break like real ones do (2018)
I was born with an extremely rare and incurable disease…
s:
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in other words
I’ve been reading more poetry lately.
More room for regrets
More room for regrets. Give me your thoughts, as I seem to have none.Β
hangga’t maaga (plus phlebotomy)
The recollection of love lost is painful,
but the mere existence of love can be an infinite joy.
on past adventures and self-reading
Reading old works, apparently, is also a bit like awkwardly meeting yourself as a stranger
Protected: we don’t fall
There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.
jari m 