I'd be living the same mundane life, and no one would ever be interested in me.
I felt like if I lived like this for too long, I'd shriveled up and die.
That's why I invented you.
You, who I'll meet someday.
To you, at least.. I wouldn't be that ordinary, right?
I don't know who you are.
I don't even know where you are.
Have i met you?
Who.. are you?
YOU ARE READING
My Liberation Notes
PoetryA book for all the introvert depressed people out there who struggling a lot. Who always question their existence, what their purpose and worth. I hope this would reach and help you to heal at some point by acknowledging your wounds and sufferings...
