Just a wannabe writer..
Desperate for the simple life, the essence of human existence. In the rat race we scurry, not a moment for resistance. Shut from human interactions; everyone dies alone
By The Odd Creature4 months ago in Poets
Dear old self, The person; who would you have become, If not for those people; friends, lovers and fakes Present time; much to be sorry for and then some.
By The Odd Creature5 months ago in Poets
You ignite the fire. Warmth from within bones, layers. When the world so blue.
By The Odd Creature9 months ago in Poets
