of rainycavedew
A quiet corner of the house for things that needed to be written down.
✦ The Archive ✦
A fragmented journey through an innerworld that once felt like home. Bees, an upside-down tree, a frozen lake, and a world that seems to exist independently of its creator blur the boundaries between memory, identity, and disappearance.
Read →A short poem about death, burial, reinvention, flowers, trees, and the strange beauty of becoming something else after the end.
Read →A reflection on medication, depression, creativity, and the fear that getting better might mean losing the voice that suffering once seemed to give you.
Read →Change the atmosphere
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