As my fingers round the iceberg of my body
Hey, I hope you are not touched deeply by life.I don’t know your answer, but if yes, welcome to the rollercoaster of life web.
“Behind the locked door of solitude, echoes of our worries…
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Questions spiral like galaxies, endless…
In the vast expanse of the uncharted deep, we become whispers of…
Somewhere in the distanceyou’re walking through the parktaking pictures of the flowersthe ducks, and…
Beneath the surface of the skin, in the quiet, unspoken corners, lie scars that tell no…
Moonlit whispers weave a tender deceit,
In the stillness of a world caught between breaths, we stand.