"But you, my dearest what are you then?" [….click to read the full post]
"Right now I am just empty." [....click to read the full post]
"I have the power to turn scars into poetries. To turn tears into ink stains."
She walks in the midnight under the shadows of her past. It was good, the memories, till they last Bathed in the moonlight…everything looks cold Just like her soul…just like her soul Memories floods her head ..and she drowns She soothes her sobs and looks if someone is around She walks and walks but don’t [...]