Artă din luna pierdută a lui Jupiter.

Look up at the sky and taste the rain. Oh, you have never done that before? Hm... rain tastes like dandelion wine, try it yourself. When you have so much to say but there's no one to listen, when you saw the end of the world you write a book. And then you endlessly hope someone will read it and understand your mess. It's a chaos. A mix of tears and smiles, joy and sleepless nights all in a few pages. It's my soul on a tray, ready to be served. And who would've order a soul if not the devil? 〄 Sketches, unfinished thoughts wrote down on a paper. Kalopsia, tacenda, paracosm. ₊ Poetry, short prose, songs, pictures. Copyright © 2019 iDamass. #1 in "arta" #2 in "englishbook" #3 in "englishpoetry"