Hunger

 TW: ED. 

I wasn't sure if I should upload this. But anyway, here it is. If any part of this work is offensive or insensitive, please let me know.

I do not have an ED, this is merely my interpretation of how it might be for someone to go through it, criticisms are welcome. I do not intend to glorify or romanticize ED and for those who might be struggling with ED, I hope you get through this and I hope you find the strength and support to defeat it.

Mother Tree

Disclaimer: not a poem

Things That Are To Be

 It must be a successful year for the poets and wordsmiths, plenty of misery to churn their tears into words, plenty of irony in the world around. 

Bleed

narcissus

musing over stars

I did not want to make three separate posts about the same muse like I used to do for all my previous posts from years back. So this would be a single post containing some of the things I wrote while I was stargazing.

changing shapes

trick of light

DISCLAIMER: Not a poem.

In the woods by the lake

When Hozier said, "imagine being loved by me".

Heavens

Some strange little writing I made. Because of the pandemic and another crush on another emotionally unavailable boy. Again.