"A little too often I find myself lost. Not exactly lost while looking for something, more like lost looking for what I lost. Was it the breakup that set me off track? Or was it my parents' divorce? Either way, I feel lost with no chance of redemption. My name doesn't sound like my name anymore. All I know is a pair of eyes. A beautiful set of eyes. A shade of brown envelope my mind and soul in its depth and every lash holds a faint whisper I care to discover."
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A MESS.
Puisia book of scattered thoughts, words and actions. forever under construction so don't expect anything really. I'm not the best, but I love what I do & I do what I love.
