I write what the heart whispers and the world forgets to feel. I hope you feel seen and heal through my words🌻

New Paths from Old Roads

I speak fluent fern, brew tea with starlight, & write letters to the moon when the world gets too loud.

words are all i have

Absurdity. I scribble sometimes. I carry a book in my bag, a thought in my head and stories in my pockets. For Collabs: moeezcore@gmail.com

it's a wonderful time to be alive

And there he was again, sitting alone. He didn't belong anywhere and he never really belonged to anyone. And everyone else belonged somewhere and to someone.