We live in a world where we thought two things are one. But is true? (recycling photos)… More Two Personas
It started off as a glimpse of ray lights dancing through a breach.The murk of a foggy night starts to ingress. Some say it’s just a stationary feeling of weakness, even a Grinch.Closer to an edge, how pitiful it is. Maybe a grip, come what may, a birth of hope’ll soon come true.The darkness inside… More The Murk of a Foggy Night
Despair…Thoughts of destruction wrap my head.Trust and hope are shattered.I don’t even know what to do anymore. I’m motionless…My limbs are numb from exhaustion.I can’t move. Not even a hair.Perhaps this is a negative thought? Lost…I don’t know what to do.Since the day I decided to stop moving,The last thing I want is to cry.… More The Only Thing That Can Silence My Mind Is You
Susceptible Looking for affection, looking for a friend.Disobeying orders, freaking likes to pretend. How can this happen to a kid just like me? Even if it does hit, should it sound so glee? Rough day, I know, you don’t want to extend. So that was how it all started, -started to end. Yup, a susceptible… More Am I Too Susceptible?
What I like the most about rainfall is being hushed. Disguised. Masked. It won’t let anybody see what is the desire of the heart. Not even a single flask.Soaked in Rainfall will this soul be. Afraid to find shelter, embracing what’s asked.“Live a life,” they said. But how could it be? Around the corner of a… More Soaked in Rainfall