Drifting Past You.

Through time, have I been disfigured I can't remember myself Lost my empathy. Such a cold and broken soul, have I become. Dilemma rules me over, To fight who and who to not. To chase what and what to not. Feels like I have lost my meaning, Feels like I'm a burden. In the clouds … Continue reading Drifting Past You.

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They turned me into a Colorblind.

"Honey, look through the binoculars! Do you see an elephant?". This was said to us by our playwrights, I mean the ones who always held themselves in the place from where they could puppet us. They say it is for our own good. I do not doubt it, at all! I believe them outright. It … Continue reading They turned me into a Colorblind.