In search of where i belong to, i write and survive life.
these days life is like a burden
more than a beautiful gift.
I wanted to hide myself in somewhere i don’t belong to, at the same time i wanted to scream
his name is winter
and the city he lives in ocean.
he is storm
beautifully lost in his wonder.
so pretty like blue
How many times
How many pills
How many heartbreaks
How many cuts
How many breakdowns