u n t i t l e d .

In a circle full of cotton melodies and baked apple pies. I crave and hold a broken periphery of words like an extension of truth. A point of concave solitude. I rub my skin to find the words undiscovered, unsaid .I rub my iris and pinch myself black and blue like a fiction produced by…

Hey ! 💙

Hey there! This is my first attempt at writing. I’m a budding sketch artist with impulsive thoughts and a soul yearning for the sea. Colours fascinate me but its in the shades of blue and black that I live in. Books are my life but petting doggos and birdies is something I would choose over…