Ella Maine cannot time travel. All she could do was lie in bed at 12.38 a.m half asleep, counting the dots on the green curtain with her mind already miles away. Ella has no love story to tell, but she's got a heartbreak story escaping her by her fingers. She's not going to tell you a story about how she got her heart...
Just some random thoughts on mine, put into little poems for the sole purpose of clearing my crowded thoughts Brace yourselves 'cause some are as dark as my soul and some are huge dissapointments just like me^^ #204 - 22.03.18 #274 - 19.03.18
A compilation of poetry and short stories I've written over the years, but never had the guts to share.
