When my thoughts tries to eat me away, i write or type.
Pretty simple; a package of thoughts; Goes a little crazy; Emotions onslaught;
.In love with arts, nature, and all works of God.
.Passionate in crafts, arts and food.
.Appreciating Editorials + good photog/graphs.
.Better off single but built for community.
I don't even know what i am suppose to talk about.
I am so tired.
I am so confused.
I debate with myself.
I want to rant about something.
I stop myself.
I want to complain about something.
I reason with myself.
I want to procrastinate.
I cheer myself on.
I comfort my own.
I live in my own world.
They say they knew me.
I don't even fully comprehend me.
How could they.
They knew what i allowed them to know.
They see what i slipped my guard on.
They think of me as of what they wish to think of.
And they speak to me, as a position they want me to take.
And all this while, in my head.
I am like, i don't give a damn.
- End.
#You Belong
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"Like a snowflake, you are same and different from all others. In a bed of snow, every snowflake belongs and every snowflake is unique."