Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
Did anyone else see this on Kylie's story the other day 🙈
I could not fit into the streets inside me nor could i accept the outside world. I had walls that i built in desperation, locked myself in the rooms of isolation.
I am afraid that the feelings that have accumulated in me will suddenly explode and scatter me into granules.
If you want to befriend me, you will have to endure many things.
poets have killed love they wrote so many things about it that no one believes them anymore i thinks it's very normal because true lovers suffer and remain silent.
You greet others with love,
while
I'm the one longing for you.