qu(art)antine

sitting in my cold bedroom beneath a cold window displaying the lovely view of a cold brick wall naturally led me to go back and scroll through the light-soaked photos of this past winter vacation in the sunshine state. one particular photo caught my attention - it was of my sister’s face laced with the… Continue reading qu(art)antine

tell me something beautiful

You're feeling that ice coldForgetting the good thingsCaught up in the problemsPlease stop complaining yes, my throat and ears are feeling ice cold, sickly, ringing with an empty, dull pain. large purple shadows hang under my eyes and my lower lip is limp and swollen. there is no light in my room, besides what is… Continue reading tell me something beautiful