This book is the soft girl version of a scream.
It wasn’t written to be loud. It wasn’t written to impress.
It’s what happened when a girl who always had the right words for brands,
ran out of words for herself.
These poems are fragments, field notes, voice memos.
Moments of heartbreak. Moments of clarity.
Nothing dramatic, just honest.
They don’t ask to be understood.
They just ask to be read,
slowly, maybe twice.
Smart, juicy, and impossible to forget.
A collection of almosts, not quites, and what-ifs.
I gaze into the mirror, caressing my face gently, As I complete my night time routine I sense It creeping up on me. I felt It today morning in class, surrounded in the hustle and bustle, it escaped at the sound of the period bell.
The connotation of the word ‘abundance’ may differ, for you and me. You wish abundance for the people you love, your desires yearn to be fulfilled in its blessing. My heart quivers with fear – in abundance of abundance.
Prometheus aches with pain as the scavenger feeds off his liver. After sometime the liver grows back, only to be eaten off again. It grows at the beginning of every new day, only to meet its inevitable end.
A softer side of the internet. No discourse, just vibes.
It’s giving “best friend with taste.”