a softboy69 sanctuary
This page is for the late-night lovers, the overthinkers, the dream loopers.
Softboy69 lives here — whispering poems into pink fog, humming love notes over lo-fi thunderclouds, glitching heartache into art.
Expect spoken word soon. Maybe a candle. Maybe a tear. Maybe everything you've been holding in until now.
“Some things you don’t write down. You wrap them in velvet and let them breathe.”
This is where softboy69 goes to disappear… but if you need him, try the signal line.