Do I not know who I am nor I like people determine who I am. I am more than what is seen.
World falling apart, no one cares all they care about is their own flames burning from inside out. They try to keep them buried but they will not longer stay still.
By Noelia Vallés7 years ago in Poets
Pavement where I walk, It's soft and heavy under my shoes, The much known uphill street, Where nightmares lay. I live behind that block around the corner.