I thought you were better
Does it look better from below ?
All the way down
Fear of a god
Pastel skies
Goodbye for now
people say I love you in strange ways
but what do I do until then
Fragmented wholeness
Reflections in the afternoon
Echos of the self
when I grow up I want to be me
They were proud of me when I was pretty
Childhood Ballerina
It’s all for the plot
a middle schooler wrote my backstory
Waiting period
Change is the only constant
I’m not ready to go yet
