Introvertion Histoires

At the 11th hour the bell rang & all of my memories are renewed. My dophamine level goes high. My heart shrinks, looking forward searching for his very existence of soul. No matter how far I run away, I know I'll be running in reverse. Falling in to his labyrinth . where his soul slept in evanescence . I'm June & I swear I've never planned to be something that I have become now....... ................

A collection of poems by a crazy introvert... 😬😬😬😬