Poem I wrote earlier tonight… Ik it’s kinda deep sorry Happy new year 🥳

Confessions to the moon The most intimate thing, for me, is not kissing you, nor holding you. It's talking to you about myself. If I give you my body, I can take it back. But if I give you my thoughts, it's like giving you a piece of my heart. And when you leave, you take with you the deepest part of me — the one I'll never get back.

True.

île de ré

Iykyk

are.na nonstop

A heart that feels everything is not fragile, it is simply fluent in a language most people never learn to speak.💜