i live inside my head and
my soulyou know why?
i created a whole new word at the
inside of me
like all the fairytales and
pretty thoughts colliding to a
place to live atbut i am unable to ever come out of my skin like;
i wanna create words and
illustrations on textile and things like that-
but those kinda things never come out because
all i do is
live in my own neverland
YOU ARE READING
Poppyseed
Puisi"Do you know how actually you are a flower? In the middle of its blooming?"