☀️SUNREI POETRY☀️

what healing my inner fledgling looks like When everything was falling apart, from my rug-city of toy cars to my parents' arranged...

trying to retain softness in a world of harshness a puppy on a red cushion This heart of mine is s o f t like the crimson cushion I sit...

I was too river-lipped, they'd say... eroding the rocks and dams that dared to stop these flowing truths that weren't meant to live out...