Literature
2023
i am rising like magma, ancient yet at the same time brand-new i can't believe that i was still here, all along - i am tapping on my keyboard once again, yearning to dust off nylon strings and burn through the skin on my fingertips, warm my vocal chords, dip a paint brush into the brightest orange you've ever seen and let decade-old soundwaves bless my ears i'll believe that dormancy isn't in my nature but i am awakening, i am stretching out my molten limbs, and i cannot wait to taste the ash