Seraphic - poems
beautiful words woken up to life, written down with my hands but by the voice of my mind.
beautiful words woken up to life, written down with my hands but by the voice of my mind.
stories that are kept on the bottom of the ocean of regret, that is located deep down inside of me while it diminishes every day a little more.
sentences that keep circling around in my mind until i let them slip through my fingera andwrite them down and let them slip through