This vagueness killing me brutally Or is this universe intended to let me suffer, maybe (?) These wounds are getting nasty Let the blood flow freely In this fierce society Myself distrust of fake flattery But fondly, Your eyes say you wouldn't let me down, hopefully So please let me hold you tightly In this time of uncertainty -vic
Welcome! Now you can see what's inside my mind. Writing will always be my self-defense, my medium. When the tongue can't form words, I find solace and joy in putting thoughts into writing, crafting a sanctuary where emotions dance on the pages. I believe that words have the ability to connect, inspire, and heal. So, welcome to the gallery of my mind, where every word is a stroke of the brush in the masterpiece of life.