Exxeria Stories

Let me feel the tangible

Unspoken poetry of a human filled with unfulfilled hopes.

When irons had rust it's time to walk on your toes You shall not fuzz and just go with the flows My friend, just cuss for the never ending hopes As it is when you're lost that you do most --than what you have ever shown

The only place where the guilty must plead her testimony

All have freedom to speak one's voice But not all serenades can be heard All are solemn depending on one's choice But these prayers shall never be spared

To you, who listens to music and all who deeply knew my soul who catches me whenever I fall, this is my flight away from home- away from everything I don't belong

No man is an island. But a woman can. And so, he has chosen to become a boat. Because a boat can leave and wander wherever it wanted to go. A boat can be driven by only him alone.