"We could spend so much of our time searching for all the wrong things when all we ever truly want in this life is love, and happiness, and that ineffable feeling that we belong."

Dull blue eyes looking back, filled with pain,sorrow and loss.
And in a blink it was gone and he kept walking. How can someone keep all those emotions bottled up. How long has he been this broken, how long has he been this lonely. I can barely comprehend going so long alone and afraid. Who would break someone so beautiful,and most of all how can someone still be so beautiful after being broken so many times.

"Born"*
was created from lost hopes
dead dreams
unwritten tales
tough waves

"Born"
has magnitudes of words to be spoken
to be written
to be heard

"Borns"
profile is simple

If I told you my story*

You wouldn't be satisfied
You wouldn't understand it
you would seek more of it
and still beg me to stop narrating it
you won't bear the pains
but you will crave for the joys

"Born"
is most about reality, life
not much fiction