in a jungle of few

in a jungle of few

thrust into the waves; a baby sea turtle shouldn’t have to be so brave. to backstroke through the city streets: it made me lean, indifferently mean, made me miss green sleeves and citrus trees. i shout on walls, i cry on cement, my canvas is anyone impatient enough to listen. i dodge yellow beasts and [...]

to sink

to sink

lunch break 🌸💕 my next book is going to be a little different than inflorescence- inflorescence was the stages of my life and expressing emotions and experiences that i yet had processed. night-bloomer is very mature and aware. i have a tendency to ramble in my writing- have a consistent flow of thoughts, so i [...]