Every now and then when the internet starts to feel oppressive I see you post something ethereal like this and it brings me so much joy to be reminded that even here, there are poets still.
Still people who speak through the garden that fills their lungs and understand why I cry at sunsets 🖤
December 22, 2024 at 8:05 PM
Every now and then when the internet starts to feel oppressive I see you post something ethereal like this and it brings me so much joy to be reminded that even here, there are poets still.
Still people who speak through the garden that fills their lungs and understand why I cry at sunsets 🖤