We all started just to end.
From the first thoughts I already knew I can't pursue such thing. Because I know, starting point are not poems we admired to be created by ink and roses.
Those offer me choices of endings in different contrary viewpoints. Yet strive me to dive into the ocean and swim deeper and deeper until I reached what I've expected. But not expectations I liked. Expectations that left me bottles in the shores. For what?
Maybe to be in pain... or maybe to pain someone else
maybe.
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TURTLES
PoetryThis is a compilation of thoughts I have created and grown over my younger youth. A bucket full of randomized downfalls flowing with a young innocent and reckless love. Interpreting life as a fabled fantasy slowly forming paths of footprints in the...
