an uproot of hope

What a sad little story, of a flower that bloomed just to die
And in this very void, in this very hole you will find
That another childless woman so quietly resides.

Flooded by Eli Oko

Sitting, she was hopeful.
Standing, she was flooded.
Dancing, she was living.

taste buds.

have you ever woken up one day and the thing you loved the most just didn’t taste the same?

words.

or forever hold your peace.

dolour

a state of great sorrow or distress.