My thoughts have been more attracted by my doubts like a full clothed body searching for a naked desire.
It's dangerous to play with such dark things.
You see too many colours on clothes but you'll feel fear when you come to the sight of the one colour body.
That colour is like an empty wall, full of mystery and reason to exist in the depths of non existence, but all it offers, is insecurity and lost dreams.
The more you look at it in the eyes the more it becomes blurry.
Try to clean it with water, but little do you know it's already inside the water, because it is drowning.
Maybe that's why I see everything more blurry and darker;
because I am drowning with the desire I've never wanted.
But
we never have what we want, only what we need to be destroyed with the right way.
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My Secret Phone Notes
PoetryWords, sayings, thoughts of mine and maybe somehow poetry which are written in my phone's notes and nobody sees and knows about them but they keep deep secrets of mine that I'll never have the strength to say. Writing is my escape because there are...
