Apr 24, 2017
I’m a writer and a thief. I’m a mess. I can’t imagine my world without a pen. Without paper and ink to write down my regrets. Or imagine myself without a heart or a brain to express myself. Imagine a world without writing or stress something we are use to live with every day, no big events, no big deaths. Just a path of happiness and boredom along the way. Many want a world without badness where there is only happiness and good thoughts, but a world without bad is like a man without a heart. We cry, we beg, and we cry for help, at the end society doesn’t seem to care…
Manny
