In a world of paradoxes, I reign as the writer. I turn to writing because it allows me to express myself when spoken words fall short. It is through the act of writing that I find solace, pouring out my thoughts and emotions until exhaustion embraces me. Writing grants me the freedom to explore the depths of my being and share my experiences with others who venture into this realm.
You must be wondering why Whispering words casue. most of the time when i speak or don't their are shadows that Whisper in my ears Questioning everything and I Listen and wonder.
Beneath a cursed moon, shadows writhe and sway,
A haunting enchantment that forever holds its prey.
Her skin an art gallery, tales etched in ink,
The tattooed girl, a masterpiece, standing distinct.
Within forgotten echoes, an abandoned station stands, Whispering tales of journeys and dreams in distant lands.
i wanna live in mountains cabin
get away from all these chaotic humans.