"what is people's most favorite thing to do, yet the cruelest thing it gives to them?" he asked.
"being alone." I said.
YOU ARE READING
Dusty Ink.
PoetryThis is where my soul hides. It is a book full of words that combines into an art. My only runaway mess of reality. It is a pack of love, heartbreak, and the dark side of me put into one. So, here I scream my thoughts, will you feel my scars?
alone.
"what is people's most favorite thing to do, yet the cruelest thing it gives to them?" he asked.
"being alone." I said.
