A Note

Morning songs is a sweet and tragic collection created in a time of unfurling need. A balance between tenderness and the greed of love. Less speaking, and more taking jabs at forcing you to question how much goodness you hold.

From syrupy memories of love, to romantically murderous observations of youth, this book is the equivalent of walking barefoot on morning-cold kitchen tiles. Listening to birds outside the window.

Updated when I can.