Lostyouth Stories

In an attempt to recapture some lost youth, a man attends a show at an illegal band venue. To his surprise, the lead singer of the band ASP resembles a woman he saw front a band twenty years ago.

Just some thoughts from a dying soul.

Why do we laugh it away? When it's actually real? * Please be aware that this is mostly sad things* _________________________________________ Honestly, I don't even know why I made this "book", I guess I just have a lot of thoughts and ideas to share. Earlier name:"I don't even know" ( I started to write on another books, but I'll just put the poems/shortStories/qoutes here😅)

Sonnets remembering youth. He was just a kid for a long time there in the sun and shade. The years marinate together. Eventually he sometimes writes a sonnet sort of recalling what had been, or how it had seemed, or what he'd almost touched.

In Ehloschar everything seems perfect. In Mohabar nothing is as it seems. In Tehabir the skies are burning. In Al-Rashid the people fear. Follow us into the world of Debris, a collection of fractions left behind retrieved out of the minds of the lost youth. Hello lovely, I just wanted to say that English isn't my first language, so feel free to let me know if there are any errors -- still is enough if it is pointed out once. Feel free to pint out angels you like or disprove with. all rights belong to me