about feverity.

a literary and artistic journal for all the dreamers, stuck in the world of a realist. for all the people who were told no. for anyone who ever went through something, something so defining that you had no choice but to throw it up on a piece of paper. that is why we are here. to showcase that. for anyone wondering where the name came from it originated from a poem that was written by one of our creators, called the stars themselves:

Oh to be risen

High into the sky (into the stars themselves)

Oh to be searched for

Every night (among the stars themselves)Oh to be anything Sharing the atmosphere (with the stars themselves)

Oh to be missed

With such feverity (only the stars themselves)

Oh to be so high above

And yet the ordinary can see your light (unmatched are the stars themselves)

Oh to be burning;

Burning,

Burning,

The darkest pain;

To be the brightest

Lightest,

Purest,

For there need be no more pain

And while I could explain

Few will allow themselves

To crane their necks

Back and back

Even though

There's pure gold

If you only allow yourself to

look