🌀 .. an untold poems, where the serene of poems? i write and pouring down into the poems in midnight. (34).

(untold moment— 2001). 📓 i think about the power of a single word, how it can shape a song, a book, a feeling; how it travels through earphones, embedding itself in playlists that carry stories i’ve never told aloud. (&.) ㅤㅤ