palpable

palpable

take me home. to the one i had all my firsts, the cocoon of nostalgia that cradles the remnants of my earliest years. colourful murals scribbled on my parents’ calloused…
Withered

Withered

WEEK ONE: I’M DONE To the left The whispers of the wind Skating across Caressing  The textured imperfections Of  her face. To the right The flaming sphere Nestled between the…