a little bit of magic. #Poem

maybe i will always wander, perhaps i will never find a physical place to call home. maybe i won't settle for anything or anyone in his world. and perhaps this is, all because i know. this life has so much to offer and i don't want to miss a single part of it. i don't [...]

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Roses #Poem

In my room there is a glass vase with dead roses in it. Even though the drought caught them and turned their colour darker, they're still beautiful to me. I won't touch the petals, because I know they'll crack. So I adore them at a distance, I let them be still and look sad. The [...]