The ringing sound at midnight…it’s very random

It never fails at 12 o’clock the sound is not one you can block I have a strange idea of … More

Alive: an object based poem 🖊️🌼

No one believes me The pen is alive which is why it was free. It’s fluffy tendrils reach out in … More

I was looking back at “the good old days” when all of a sudden this nostalgia session was cut short. … More

Hi everyone! How are you keeping? ❤️ It’s time for a good old chat about something that I’ve seen a … More

Pen to paper mind an empty vessel now sinking deep beneath a rich sea of blue. Up above in a … More

I glance around watch them go mad driven by the sound no eyes meet mine for once this doesn’t make … More

Smoky tendrils drift up fighting against the cold only to fade moments later for bravely being bold. Replaced by more … More

Hi everyone! How is your weekend going? Before I start this post I would like to say a massive THANK … More