45/F/Cremona - Italy Lost for words ,I always had the irresistible instinct to write my thoughts when they crop up in my mind . My soul is dark, my face is rose. I'm looking for a compromise. 89 followers / 3.6k words
lies empty sand pictures heavy shadows of nothing commercialization of dreams daughters of a snake with nightingale mask stench of corpses locked in a chest of violets they hit you like a stones rain catatonic dust visions
questions to which I can't answer to which I daren't answer answers I don't want to hear I can't repeat loudly they scare better one false reality that a raw real end
back to you as always sometimes I walk away I don’t feel up I’m overcome but in the end I’m back I’m always back to you because you are my own essence when I’m back to you I’m back to me