The Unknown Part Of My Life

Inspiration 🌼

"if you eyes could talk, what would they say?"
-the book theif.
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I take my pen in my hand.

And I release it all. The anger, the pain, because it's too intense to control.

I don't think much about it, what i see with my eyes, goes through my vines, and travels to my hand .

I write.

I write about everything and nothing.

I've grown tired of anwsers found by following others. I've grown tired of chasing this trail of vague replies.

Following an infinite number of mistakes, as the way foreward and the light at the end doesn't come into view.

I wanted to find my own path. I wanted answers to so many questions.

My only escape, was the mysteries of the fantastic nature.

The sweetness of the rain,
the chilliness of the ocean,
the darkness of the woods,
the depth of the mountains,
and all kinds of flowers. Oh those sweet beautiful flowers.

All the emotions, are potrayed around us, in more ways than we can imagine, stunning ways.