
Shelfed Ink

The passion lingers,Energy drained like light at dusk.Fragments of what could’ve been,So many…

The passion lingers,Energy drained like light at dusk.Fragments of what could’ve been,So many…

1. Two six and a loss. Life happened and the ability to write…

The version of us after love fades,MONSTERS beyond recognition.Weren’t we the same peoplerolling…

The people who give us reason to launch deeper show us evidence that…

Our words grow from old, deep roots Like trees that began as tiny…

I’m in a space where I’m too tired to convey my emotions into…

For a certain kind that remembersThe workings of the tirelessly workingIn the fields,…