"Dead Men Tell No Tales."
Salutations, Fellow Homo-Sapiens. I just decided one day that I WILL be a writer. And, Look at this. I have my very own book. Given it isnt very good so far, but I am trying my best.
I have no social media at the moment because...well...I'm not very SoCiAl.
Oh well.....
I have Chromesthesia with means I hear colours. Sometimes, I can even hear shapes. I know, It sounds fake but it IS real. I also can see more colours than the average person. This make painting veeery interesting..
I like to make poetry, paint, and draw in my spare-time. My paintings and drawings may not be very good, but I enjoy it.
Lost and also Arsen are not my real names, but it is what I would like to go by.
I believe that I am a very.... understanding person, considering I went through a lot of stuff myself. If you ever wanna talk, just message me. I'm always here if you need me. Even at 4:30 AM.
Thanks For Reading!
Love, A.R.
- Petting the wild animals that inhabit my mind.
- EntrouDecember 7, 2016
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A trash heap chalk-full of discarded peoms. Left to rust and wither away as time passes by.
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