Welcome to the attic of my brain; where the moths are massive and the teeth demand counting. I write messy poems full of meat, gummy and raw, and existentialism that only a pretenious teen can hope to rival. Come; take your worries and scream them into HTML with me.
Adice for my page: Don't eat food that shimmers. Don't shackle me with word counts. Don't listen to the echo. Say thank you for the music.
Sometimes I disappear. Sometimes I misspell my spells. Sometimes I return.