Somehow we survive
bombshells coming at us...
I have broken free
from this emotional prison...
I was that flower
which blooms in winter...
You can see the snow sitting on top of the...
rivers are frozen...
Emotions have a way of taking us for a ride
that is the reason why I keep my pen and tablet...
With his skin so soft
his rosy lips...
If I had ever transferred some of my time in to a...
it still would not have grown interest...
Getting along
sounds like a dream...
She is a child in a woman's body
resenting her mommy...
The last session, my mouth is dry
I am not allowed to move around...
We are from different backgrounds
located all over the world...
I am a child of darkness
pain resides within...