Calamitous tremors of the earth in the depths of those irises
The inaudible stories are told by a soul in crisis
A destitute of hope and a beggar of faith
A picture of despondency that looks almost like a wraith
The drought came, claiming the fruitful promise of recuperation
The barren landscape was once an oasis free of trepidation
Dazed and confused, I navigate through this portrait of my chaos
The person I used to be is an evocation I completely lost
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Journal of a Broken Person
RastgeleThis is a collection of my late night journal entries as I navigate through the terrible things that people have done to me. This also contains conversations with myself as I wallow in self-loathing for all the things I want it to be but can't seem...
