Oblivion (By Cat Matchuk)

Shovel this dirt.
It’s not good enough
I need more,
more dirt,
less of me. Continue reading “Oblivion”
Words bring forward stars to forge a world from the ink, breathe, your heart will write.
Shovel this dirt.
It’s not good enough
I need more,
more dirt,
less of me. Continue reading “Oblivion”
Words are powerful.
Create worlds out of nothing,
feel the energy from the pen move with the ink.
Continue reading “Breathe Your Heart”