Lunar-tic.

I’d spit venom as words Hate till it hurts. Turn our lives in to One twisted curse. I’m indecisive. Scattered. Choices never mattered. I’m stagnant. Don’t try fixing the shattered. I’m inhumanely cold. I rage uncontrolled. Some stories Should just never be told. And yet my galaxy Spins around a memory. The paradox within me…

I am no Wanderer

I still wonder how to wander but often the useless burden turn my journey into futile whispers of mere dreams and never happen. A wanderer has no attachment perseveres as a speck of dust to the vow she made in the heaven she knows to return like a bird at dusk. I am no wanderer,…

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