STILL ME

I write for my love of words. I write for the feeling of my feelings. it feels beautiful to pick up words and use it to create wonderful meanings. It's so weird that I write well when I am sad and well I write everyday so I guess I am always sad. I have a collection of about 150 poems but still it lies there in my parlour, every day I read it and I'm even sadder. Enough of this sad shit! I can't wait to break free. I'm living the life of my mentor :

Williams Shakespeare

Rest in peace my love.