Misty Thoughts
A lonely wolf found some friends. He came to eat them in the end. But the journey was great.
A lonely wolf found some friends. He came to eat them in the end. But the journey was great.
the situations i spend my time imagining. highest rank: #289 in shortstorycollection
I seem happy, I am happy, until I get trapped alone in a space with me and my thoughts. Then they attack me, beat me, until I am forced to let them out. This is me letting them out.
Poetry is the writing of our deepest, darkest, most inner thoughts. When speaking isn't enough and your voice falls upon deaf ears, writing is our only refuge. Join me and experience the workings of my mind in my collection of original poems. (Credit to user: UnresolvedFate for creating my cover) Copyright© All Right...
poetry is a way to develop the mind in other ways than intellectually. its deeper than that. highest #196 in poetry
Perhaps someday these words will make up for the bloodshot eyes and sleepless nights. [H.R: #13 in Poetry] beautiful cover by: @-averagesky