My Words✏️

Routine has become the engine our body depends on. It is an algorithm encrypted into the bits and pieces of the human body. And this makes me worried in several ways, for I guess we don’t need our mind anymore in order to function every day.

I keep making the same mistake over and over again until it doesn’t even feel like a mistake anymore.

Once a soul now a silhouette wandering the world with emptiness in her eyes.

You make my mind sing songs usually only sung when under influence, but what can I say, you are my alcohol, and the thing with alcohol is you get addicted.

The real reason I find it so hard to look into your eyes is because I’m afraid words will spill out in the form of tears once they lock with yours.

She is filled with confidence yet is still painfully shy stronger than any metal yet melts for every guy She will seduce you with the diamonds in her eyes but never trust her words for they’re often nothing but lies. She has mind that screams but her soul is rather silent she can burn down bridges but is never seen as violent She puts on this mask to protect herself from the world for she might look like a woman but deep down she is still a girl.

True confidence is never heard, but felt.