So gentle but still eerie is becoming something I like coming back to when I read your poems. I really liked how the fog wasn’t just scenery, it felt like a presence slowly convincing the speaker to stop fighting. Never stop this series!
“gentle but eerie” x i love that description. and btw you caught me. very few of my poetic details, like the fog, are literal. i never believed that whole “the author didn’t mean anything, the curtains are just blue” nonsense.
In another life, a simpler life, I'd love at the edge of a meadow and enjoy the fog rolling in over the fields..
as a teenager, i loved sitting on our porch and watching the fog roll across the neighboring farms
Stunning again. Love it
thank you <3
There are no rhymes, but I can feel them.
taylor you're literally such a beautiful writer like what the heck are you eating cuz i want some
i’m crying thank you so much :’) i think i just have a knack for being incredibly dreary, a master at melancholy if you will lmao
Brilliant !
thank you!!
So gentle but still eerie is becoming something I like coming back to when I read your poems. I really liked how the fog wasn’t just scenery, it felt like a presence slowly convincing the speaker to stop fighting. Never stop this series!
“gentle but eerie” x i love that description. and btw you caught me. very few of my poetic details, like the fog, are literal. i never believed that whole “the author didn’t mean anything, the curtains are just blue” nonsense.
Beautiful