With every poem, I read
a new void I try to feed.
With each passing day
I find me in some way.
Some part of me eerily hidden
Something’s left to be written.
~ti_ka?
With every poem, I read
a new void I try to feed.
With each passing day
I find me in some way.
Some part of me eerily hidden
Something’s left to be written.
~ti_ka?
22 | Finance student | Enthralled by energy and curiosity.