Writing in the rarest form without expectations is a way to be yourself. This a reflection of my true self in all different moods, experiencing a multitude of emotions. If you enjoy reading what goes on in someone else’s mind every now and then, keep reading.
THIS IS A NO JUDGEMENT ZONE!
What Was It
The gentle breeze corrupts the sun. A stormy night obstructs one’s love. Fallen in to the arms of the stars, a forbidden smile may spread across my face. Read more
Two hearts equal one. Two friends under the sun. Treasure memories, never forgotten. Read more
Temptations to seek, ambitions to leave. Confused, yet sure Read more
Sick of work. Sick of play. Sick of Home. Sick of Stay Read more
The leaves turn brown, the ground feels cold Read more
Life as We Know It
The distant sky is a world to many. Forbidden to laugh, forbidden to cry Read more
New job, new day, new clothes. I wonder how things will go. Read more
Shanna’s my beauty, my breath, my life Read more