I found you at the bottom of the sea. A time capsule stuck in a beautiful mess. The treasures you hold have corroded in time, but your ghosts still linger. They're still dancing around and singing songs, and telling stories of lands beyond the horizon. They're still there stuck in an eternal reverie, replaying the moments before the cursed wreck.
YOU ARE READING
Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
