Perhaps: A Glance of Promises

Two old souls outgrown; one that lacks sympathetic symbolic interactionism, that stands out then flee from her vessel of promises, whilst, the other one sits there with thousands of metaphors descended down through her cheeks.

A book that contains my guilt, treasons, grief, and an empty shell without her insurmountable pearls of presence. This would serve as my flashbacks of my past long term relationship.

Explore my emotions through the lenses of poetry and proses, stanzas and pages, rhythm and rhyming scheme. Do infer my every situations for you to be able to understand my whispers of screaming.

Because at the end of the day, I just wanna ne understood.