When life seem so hopelessand breathing seems like a pain,I wish my life was like a book,so that I could burn offall its chapters into ashes,except that one chapterwhere I am destinedto die.


Like a lotus,and in all those dirt and chaosit will still find itsway to bloom,and so shall I.

Drowning Into Loneliness

Her eyes, with no more tears to shed.Her thoughts, confided within her closed heart.Her hope, diffused into the air.She embarked a new route filled with stonesBut what could more hurt a soul,which was bleeding for yearsby holding on to a cactus?