Time away.

And I hope my soul would disconnect with every part it has lost to people who never meant to nurture it and didn't deserve to have.


– the happy, free summer is coming.

Now I'll be most glad to see the sun shining more out of the darkness and the birds chirping more over the silence. And I'm so glad most people won't get to see me most days and certain people won't get to see me anymore. - the happy, free summer is coming.

Bad memories from our past are like rust on the nails. The nails of our structure. Like something grime on something solid. And sometimes we let the moisture get to the nails.


The person of my creative imagination, Let me describe your indiscernible existence In my life, even in the reality station, You have me in your astonishing trance. Best portrayed with adjectives, There's the sauntering role of you They have no idea about your motives These disincentive people don't know. In my mind, inside my head,... Continue Reading →

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