Double Tap and glide
Fidgety fingers, searching for something to hold on. The cradle of creation, searching for an instrument. Paper feels too real, too...
Prose and Poetry
Welcome to a collection of thoughts, feelings, emotions, and abstract ideas curated from the very depths of your soul, now journeying back to you in the form of the written word. Herein are our desires, humanity, burdens, and journeys laid bare for us to reflect on privately, and yet, in the knowledge that we are not alone.