Staring in a blank sheet of paper is some sort of paradise. Imagine, an ink passes through your veins occupying every pain. Words that are rhymed to find your wandering soul. And only yourself can stand the emptiness of that paper. You wander through paper and ink.
YOU ARE READING
Chaotic yet serene II words
PoetryThis is a collection of words I made painted with grief, yet can give calmness; a mosaic of chaotic thoughts that can be a lullaby.
