Lately the ghosts that I keep quiet have been haunting me // they stir like eddies of dust in silent corridors.

I can feel my edges slip and blur like they did a long time ago.

Trying to hold on to myself // to avoid tracing my fingers along old scars.




warm sunny days spent in uni class debating trauma and responsibility RIP, what a melancholy veil for summer to wear

2018 standing up to the ppl who have made me sad // very successful so far Im no longer quiet

funny start to the year, feeling disgruntled and avoiding time w/ the people i love. i feel better now but thoughtful as to causes hmm…

wondering when the hyper will end and lethargy will reconvene in me , grateful for now.