Habitual Stories

A poem about trying to fill that void.

Okay listen, I'm a medium and when my little sibling got diagnosed with cancer we needed someone to help us maneuver out of there. Rudy started expressing himself throug...

Cosas sobre mí, la respuesta a el porqué soy de Marte.

I have to take a gamble to see , where I am truly meant to be.

Life, an old jail, shackles me, to the wall of responsibility, forever to stay.

On an early fall evening midnight scatters with the stars in chorus of twinkling jubilee. I rest my head on the wooden boardwalk that covers the lush green meadow. The a...

Lying is a survival skill. Sometimes, lying is a necessity, if not just a mere way to sugarcoat the unpleasant, dodge the unnecessary, and temporarily keep someone or so...

Se algum dia pensares que não és nada de especial lembra-te que para mim és essencial se não te sentires bonita como o habitual lembra-te que tens a cara perfeito no cor...

I again want to do..

this u wish my life would the wildest imagination crazy anti social

my purpose is to give peace n stress free moments to those who taste me by their mind n heart. its my destiny n i don't fight it. i believe in what i m made for..she sai...