I don't feel passion.
My emotions are dull and lack of personality.
No one really knows who I am, who is the 'me' I talk of, I have not yet defined that for myself.
I aspire to great things without certainly knowing what I want to accomplish.
My work is sloppy, hollow and incredibly repetitive because I only have so many words that run through my brain.
And just like all teenagers and adults even, I have not yet found where I belong.
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PoetryA collection of writings, incoherent and full of paradoxes. Welcome to the depths of my labyrinthine mind.