• pietersen 10w


    My feelings is silently spinning in my head.
    Is this a dream? I wish I can wake up. Do I belong? To anyone? Why do we use people and not things? I'm not anyone's. I'm a roaming soul. I'm not heartless, I'm not heartbroken. Even though my heart is in pieces but it's in a jar guarded by a fallen angel. Yet I have patience,but I want to scream. Loud, louder, so that everyone... come to face with the truth. Have patience