I am the skies, sometimes light and gay. 

I am somewhere up there, in the galaxies, lost in the darkness, striving to reach every light that I can.

I am who I am, made to breathe, made to be free, made for me.

My emotions are ink, made to flow, made to rewrite a history I wish would cease to exist.

A lost soul, on the process of finding my way.
  • Somewhere in the skies, a place for a bride
  • JoinedJanuary 23, 2017



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Plethora Of Words by Coffee_Collins
Plethora Of Words
Words... At the end of the day it will only be words.But those words created life Those words created death. ...
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