20 something Canadian, musician, poet, artist. Craving inspiration, solidarity, and sanity.
When the clouds rolled in over mountain tops and lush hills I forgot myself or rather, I forgot whom I wished to be. When the clouds rolled in
By Caitlin Rose9 months ago in Poets
The sky is blue, the sun is nice If I could give you some advice It’s to breathe life in, and let it be watch as leaves turn red from green
By Caitlin Roseabout a year ago in Poets