Aestheticpleasing Stories

𝐻𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓃 Poetry is an ethereal thing. The lines flowing like a river in a garden. Everything perfect nothing out of place. Until you look between the lines, that's when everything comes crashing down 《 poetry》 ©𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜- 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟶

Thoughts: These words are a traslation of what goes through my mind, but my mouth is not able to say. A bunch of stormy thoughts are turned into intelligible words which tell the stories behind the writer. I am trying to find the missing pieces I think I do not have in life. -the miss one -Acosta All Rights Reserved

Lost and found: This mind of mine is filled with his thoughts and my memories... This person I am is so close to me, but at times I cannot even feel my own presence. There is always an endless feeling of running away from me. I am a fool expecting to find you. -the found one -Acosta All rights reserved