I trust myself too much That I sometimes forget how To trust my pen.

I am doing Good For just A bedroom Writer

A bird with a flightless wings That is what her love brings When clock can tick no more Like a naked eye of a devils core. With a shame your rebel foresee

You don’t have to be in distress t… Just like you don’t have to breath… You don’t have to be tall to leap You certainly don’t have to be sho… You don’t have to be loud to sing

For death will applaud to us and w… To thee not death.

Hiya. I’m just checking in How are we all doing? I hope this year haven’t swept us… Family & relations good?

It could be one way to live occupi… That is tacking every trousers in… Despise, and dressing every space… Empty space for sin to lose intere… In its options to form in your lif…

Henceforth.. Take a look at the leaves Leaving their mother For the first time For a new experience,

It is just Another day But with different Fish back to The same old sea.

What more can you ask for? A momentum memorial of my art you… Or a possibility of the future of… Through my words you will ever rem… I will leave the lake and the seas…

May so be it Life will be it Love will also be it Music will sing it Rituals will be a part of it

A small piece of metal With a shinning light, Visible yet warmth, Seek the dark smoke As it breaths

A heart that flee out of her chest… And the bottom of smiles bewilderi… From her crest; for beauty is her… Strength and her soft pink lips pa… Heaven in devil’s despair,