Once a believer of romance coming to reality, now a hopeless romantic with hopes deep in absurdity.
Soothed by the stars in the sky and the cold air through his nostrils. Now a hustler only stoping to collapse into slumber.
Once a truth teller who bit his tongue with every lie, now a sharp tongue who had to learn to improvise.
Touched by confetti raindrops on skin ever so frigid. Now adrenaline comes in the form of connections and partnerships.
Once a deep thinker immersed in the inner calm, now another pawn who wants to live with no harm.
The air always misted in the aroma of chamomile so smooth. Now he has become someone who is lucky enough to see once a week a full moon.
Once an aspiring poet who flipped papers, adventures on words, now someone who is making his own story in the real world.
