I wish I could write down, paint, verbalize everything that's going on in my head. But most of the time, I feel powerless, incapable of executing these thoughts and somehow making them come alive from one utterly different world to another. I wish I could swim in my own plethora of thoughts and that you would join me and we would have an exceptional time and you would finally understand me. I wish that I don't have to wish all the time.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryJust a collection of random pieces of prose and poetry, all of which are originally written by yours truly. :)
