ENTRAPPED MIND, TANGLED SOUL

I have read innumerable amount of proses, poetries, and have had tried my best to understand them; understand the meanings behind them, and found myself corresponding to them. I have tried to write my thoughts down, scribble them on the papers and found the two minutes of peace I craved but, the words never made sense to me; I could never understand what I wrote or why I wrote it. Maybe I had written it down to escape from the reality and find peace in the thrown out papers. I am just a child, lost and wanting peace. I am just a child, entrapped by my thoughts and tangled up in the webs of people's words.

— S.