My word is my voice, so when I speak I release echoes, Too powerful to be stopped, Too loud to be unheard, Too staggered to be rugged. My voice...
Oceans, Seas, Rivers, Waters turning into fog. Dangling, Peaceful suspense do I perceive. Clattering sounds of waves, yet I feel peace. Perhaps, if...
The continuous struggle of perfection. The never ending judgement of who you should be versus who you are. I ask myself a million times. Who am I...
