Welcome to a mildly dead page.
Struggling to remember who I used to be. Wondering who I will be.
Self-proclaimed eccentric.
Let me just inhale these books a little while longer.
Following
Stories by Anon M.S.
I'll Paint the Sky With My Insides
As I wrestle with Hope in the sand.
A Reinvention of Common Miseries
Because poems are written for ourselves.
Poems From Non-Poet
▼The lawless world of poetry is full of madness, darkness, and ambiguity.▼
Annnnnnnddd sometimes bad humor.