these are pieces of my heart, compiled here to keep them safe.
some of them are poems, some are songs that i hummed to myself in the middle of the night, and some are letters i never intended to send. or perhaps i did, but never got around to doing do.
some of them are very recent- the scent of my perfume still lingering, stained with tears that are yet to dry. some are memories so faint that i can barely remember their subject, let alone the person i was when i wrote them.
some are fading scars. some are gaping wounds just starting to heal.
above all, every single one of them is very dear to me; they are pieces of my heart, after all.
i hope you can find solace in them, somehow.
