If only I knew then what I know now
how would my life be...
You can't teach what you don't know
narcissists don't care at all...
A nudge of energy-
so profound...
“What a year, what a year.”
How it’s been so severe...
I stare at the sharp silver edges
directly in the path I'm headed...
A lie only last as long as someone can be...
...until
the crack found its home...
trays-
piled up with...
Sometimes,
I wonder what happened to those vivid images...
You came here without a path
your role is to forge one...
Water-coloured tears drip-
rolling and weaving through crimson twilled...
(Beautiful Chaos)
My mind is unspoken whiteness of marked metaphors...