A poem that expresses the existence of infinity as a strange feeling.

Have you ever heard, "Eyes are the window to our soul."?
What do you see when you look into eyes?
My answer is my written poem :>

Sometimes, I look at the night skies and hope to see stars, but the clouds seem to hide them all. I remember when it was mostly stars back then...

This is my very first creation about dreams and mares. The dream exists in my mind, yet feels real to me and the narrator.

A thriller suspense story about a girl who seems to be locked in a box that leads to a mysterious adventure. The story leads to a secret.

I believe everyone has at least one mirror. Have you ever stared at a mirror and wondered if the other side of the mirror is another version of you that is trapped and wants to escape? My story has an answer to read.

I would love to test your fears with this piece of art in a mcdonald's cawfee cup. The piece is made of over 40+ receipts that would have gotten wasted, but I recycled them by rolling them up carefully and placing them in the cup, pouring some coffee, and letting the paper soak in it. The results led to the paper feeling kind of similar to flower petals, staining the rims.

There's a lot happening in this photo. A cat is sitting upon the lid of an eye that appears to connect to branches of a vine that carry a window upon the end, a flower on the other side. What questions come to your mind?

This box contains the aspects of my soul. I'm a creative fan who enjoys writing and the indecisiveness of art forms. Aside from that, I am your average introvert that extroverts think is a mental psychopath. :>