𝙻𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒ñ𝚘, 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚎ñ𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚍. ✧༝┉┉┉┉┉˚*❋ ❋ ❋*˚┉┉┉┉┉༝✧ 29/10/19 #𝟏 𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 #2 𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐞 #𝟐𝟓 𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐬

Do our memories even exist? We make them but it doesn't last forever. Where do our memories go? Is there a certain place where they can live forever and never forgotten? Our mind and heart are connected to each other. We love to remember things, the best and even the worst memories, it is undeniable. We express our feelings, sometimes the feeling of someone's not interested in you, someone doesn't care for you and everyone is against you. But sometimes, it is the best of both worlds. So we write. We write it in a diary, but writing a poem have a different feeling on it. It is a place where memories live.

quotes out of the first book of whiskey words & a shovel i kind of relate to or just really like

Real letters written to my shink about my life, with a little bit of satire.

A series of poems (some short, some long). And even some short stories about my life. Or just random thoughts or things I'm feeling at the time. Wide range of topics and perspectives about love, sadness, loss, happiness, the best moments of my life and the worst. Some completely made up and some 1000% non-fiction. (In editing process) |Highest ranking- #7 in Poems August 6, 2018| All rights reserved ©