for the little soul whoʼs in need of my chaos.
for you.
let me have the gratification of whispering my written silence.
letʼs escape.
from an insignificance,
pluto
BINABASA MO ANG
graveyard of buried souls
Poetrythrough feathered pens inked with blood and a scarred soul of overflowing abysmal ideologies; there sits an obscured entity, scribbling metaphors and ironies in a crumpled paper of her chaos, seeking for something out of all nothings. and here she u...
dedications
for the little soul whoʼs in need of my chaos.
for you.
let me have the gratification of whispering my written silence.
letʼs escape.
from an insignificance,
pluto