Alone in a world that subconsciously drifts towards the nothingness of light. Bitter are the days spent trying to find the answers that lie right under our nose. Travelled through, travelled past the hopes we had come to expect. I’m not leaking, I’m only bleeding from all this ignorance that surrounds me. I’m not any… Continue reading HexenBlut
Tag: wanderer
poetry with mistakes
I’m not a naitive speaker….sorry for mistakes….just want to hear your comments on this stuff………