You cannot kill me. I have been dead for a long time. This body is only alive so that my mother will not grieve.

26oct/ Generator of my life

Endless, deep conversations with my mother.

You have extinguished my spark, damn you.

she's so pretty i'd drink her blood.

Keep it private, people love to ruin things.

When you’re among people, but your mind is far away from them.

In October, while everyone else wishes for someone’s return, I wish to return to myself.

I smell the scent of blood and rust.

tired & sleepy eyes, busy mind.

hoping I can find my way back to the spark I once had.

Meeting you was like listening to a song for the first time and knowing it will be my fav.

i could write poems on your neck with my lips.

I want to escape my thoughts.

I miss you, my little one.

The fear of losing him began to haunt me.

There is something stuck in my throat.

There are so many others, yet I want no one but you; my eyes are filled with you alone.

Alone with my thoughts, the music, and the void.

Someone mentioned your name and looked at me.