• she_writes_reads 10w

    We disguise as perfectly stitched with everything in need,
    The unevenly cut patches hidden underneath.

    Everyday rising from the perfect slumber,
    Life has certainly been nowadays all about numbers.

    The torn paper also leaves it's space behind,
    Engulfed silent treatment in the name of kind.

    We try to find things from the vacant places,
    The real you is firmly tied in the deepest case.