you might have stumbled upon some of my old poetry or creative writing works on this blog. (assuming you’ve discovered this post by clicking on the #poetry tag.) some of these pieces may be wistful, repetitive, morbid, maudlin, purple prose-y, or sentimental. i can make no promises or guarantees about their quality or lack thereof.

any conclusions you may draw from the writing about my character are likely faulty. they’re a bit like echoes from a past self. maybe time travel does exist after all :)

if you choose to peruse, please do so with an open mind and a grain of salt.