portraitofsomeone

I don't want to belong to the starved thing inside of me

portraitofsomeone

Literature is my only scape, is my home, is where I can find myself hidden and also rebel and fearless
          Nobody around me has ever understood, not my sadness, not my torment or my greatest desires
          But I've been understood, long before I could really read, long before I could even think. 
          I find myself and my people in those pages
          
          I know I'm not the best, but my heart speaks louder than my fears