Does life make sense?
I don't think so...
People always complicate it.
ESTÀS LLEGINT
ⓝⓞⓝ-ⓔⓧⓘⓢⓣⓔⓝⓣ ⓛⓞⓥⓔ (ᴬ ᴾᴼᴱᵀᴿᵞ ᴮᴼᴼᴷ)
PoesiaI lose myself in my words and I lose myself. You'll find pieces of my thoughts here, like shattered crystal. Poems are stories from the heart I suppose but these are hardly poems. They are more things I never said.
Books are supposed to make sense?
Does life make sense?
I don't think so...
People always complicate it.
