on the freedom of writing
writing as breathing
soft art
we are flowers
through the fog- breathe
a micropoem on coping with social anxiety
the ebbing
of mental health
– serene chaos
of inner-peace
breathe
it has been hard lately. and it feels as though it is getting heavier still. but always the pen is light. and just as I have done before. i will write myself out of the darkness. breathe🍃 Featured Image: @ronyhernandes
autumn
i imagine had i fallen i would want you to treat it as autumn as if I were leaf falling from a tree, nature running its course do not gesticulate and fan yourselves wildly as if burning from the summer heat i had long been a flower losing its light
the inner workings of magic
of the magic of self love and solitude
-immutable
unwaveringly herself
home
of sex
mamello.art 