Some people see God in a sunset. How I wish I could be among them!
I see a setting sun, drowning, like my hopes. Yes. I am being dramatic.
Just A Sunset
Dark Minuet
the choreography of collapse
I weep in rhymes, capture moments, and sketch nostalgia. Fueled by coffee and green tea; driven by stubbornness.
Verse of the Day: Exhausted 24:7
