Have you ever felt like you couldn't breathe out of the blue due to something that entered your soul? I felt that. I was drowning. I was out of air. It wasn't physically, but mentally and emotionally. I felt like I didn't have anyone to hold on to and I didn't have anyone to let me breathe.
Those were my moments of despair and anxiety. I wished I could escape reality. I wished I could run away. I wished to be gone. I wished to be seen. I wished to be loved. I wished to be accepted.
But after wishing, there it is again. That fear. That feeling of wanting to breathe. That feeling of wanting to exist lively and that feeling of wanting to escape from this darkness I call "drowning."
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Lost and Found
PoetryThe book is about what it feels like to be lost and found. It contains poems and essays I have in mind about the things I've been going through the years. The book has 3 parts: beginning, middle and end. Each part contains special things in my life...
