"desperate nightmares, old habits die" is a little diary of mine of what had happened to me in the month of may. yes, i suffer but in a poetic way. the goddess of roman, maia gave me a rollercoaster ride that even myself can't hardly process all of this but in this ride, there's a lot of light but also darkness.
so i hereby to declare that i've stepped in the stage of life where i could feel love. but it is? the only way to find out is to live my life in chapters as my words dances on your screen. may this book of mine gives you comfort.
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Desperate Nightmares, Old Habits Die: Prose and Poetry
Poetryi live in a poetic life but dying from your poisonous lies. we live in vain, so we drink until we get drunk in our own mistakes and sins. but still making out with the devils, but in the back of my mind, i'm with you - haunting me stunningly.
