youth is slipping right through my fingers, oh no!

some poems to capture this month's theme of existenial dread <3

In this month’s newsletter, I went back in time a bit to reflect on how I felt about graduating from University. Even two years later it seems as though I can’t shake the inkling that I’m watching my morality slip right through my fingers.

I love a theme so I decided to stick with it and share some old & new poems on youth & mortality & autumn & the devastation of growing older.

Don’t forget a glass of red wine for optimal reading pleasure.