orange_writings

Books and blank pages are like magic, they let me create my own heaven.

Behind the closed doors is expectation and in front of it lies perspective.

I'll write, would you be able to see through your might?

I lost a lot actually, to an extent where now I feel empty.

On the absurd rollercoaster I sit, with a trail of ups and maybe a lot of downs.

Should I cry for my own love I gave somebody. With tears in heart and a teared soul how can I face the enemy I once loved.....

I can't get enough of love, the more I try to understand, the more confused I am

With a face unbothered I stand like a post amidst the ruthless beautiful snow. Only inside me is an storm of tears enough to tear apart a glorious fort of connect.

It's been a while since I laughed with my heart at peace....