This is for the lost times in where I found myself. [COMPLETE ✔️] • highest ranking #2 in Poetry - 01/09/17 for ratings and reviews: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/40609222-life-life

"human beings are works in progress who mistakenly think they're finished" © taekth 2016

-thoughts in the form of little rivulets that part from the undulating river of my cryptic mind in a poetic jumble of words- ~ e s o t e r i c p h i l o s o p h i e s ~ ©Aneet, August 2015 lowercase intended

it's 12 am and i'm wide awake --- just a short disclaimer from the author in 2021, please do note that this was written by a 15 year old.

LIFE, n. A spiritual pickle preserving the body from decay. Journey on a road that is smooth, graveled and sometimes even unmade yet to the destination that is not pretty. Euphemism intended. Scribbles, v. The product of life's ups and downs while on the road to decay. Darks, lights and greys all depicted in a string of doodles and sometimes, poetry. She scribbles is a collection of poetry pieces that are a product of life's events and courses. Poetry that is stirred by an emotion, event or a thought penned down spontaneously without intrusion of alien variants with hopes that it pulls at the strings of your heart. Trigger warning: The feels that compelled/upshot the poetry are highly contagious. Take refuge in a tub of ice cream and dozens of chocolates if the symptoms cause impairment in functioning.