And once again Darkness in my head The light was clouded I was stuck to my bed A burning sensation Thoughts keep on Like a bubble I wish to be gone Like a fly Caught in a trap There is no escaping This endless mishap My dark mind A call to all I kept screaming…
Cry Less, Travel More.
The four seasons of love in poem form
A Month and 12 days ago, I had a sudden urge of wanting to make my own blog, to find a channel to maybe let my feelings and thoughts out through writing. I then looked up what blog sites I should use, then I landed on WordPress. I wanted to make a blog for people…
At night I think of you
A maybe shitty poem I wrote
My experience as a claustrophobic person