I'm the lesson you'll never learn.
There's a peacock hidden among the flocks of pigeons.
The air is crisp and pure but upon inhaling, it stuns the lungs.
His pale skin smells faintly of the earth, his morning cigarette and that musky cologne he insists on wearing.
That scent comforts and sends me into a state of bliss, as the beat of his heart lulls me to sleep.
The sky is swallowed by a thick layer of crimson clouds
I'm always searching to find a glimpse of the sun peeking through the clouds.
It's not that I keep holding on, I'm never letting go.
The lip puckering, sour taste of the yellow lemon does not make me cringe like the others do.
Red makes itself known and screams at me-
It both frightens and warms the timid heart.
Sometimes there are Perks of Being a Wallflower.
Insomnia is caused by life's constant rhythm that narrates our story.
IDK- I don't know.
I can't seem to make up my mind.
I'm always learned but I gain no knowledge.
One day I feel like I'm on top of the world and the next day I feel like I don't deserve to be on it.
The shaking hands of time never cease.
Nightmares are welcoming with warm colours, soft smiles, and open arms.
With her camera she is able to stop time and capture society's emotions.
Dziecko will never forget the deafening silence.
« Qu'est-ce que tu dis? » Whispers the wind.
Dark indecipherable scribbles fill the empty pages of the aging story.
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