Shut too long Closed to voices and pleads Shadows pass by Leaving noises behind I hold my might Locked inside Hiding under a disguise. Breathing in the air Hues of pink and yellow I watch the world go by Creating a new me, wrapped in shades of old and new I find my true pride.
I am a reader. Perpetually confused about whether to read more or write. Luckily, both work in favor of my mental health. I can read over 30 books a year which I understand is not a big number, but it is good for me. I usually start a book and then quickly start to calculate […]