[saimma]

My dreams, fell on my feet
shattered like pieces of glass
very fragile and delicate, embedded in the sand of hope
In those pieces I could see the images of me...
shouting and expressing the agony
the fire of suffering emerging and engulfing me
But one thing that
keeps me going on is nothing but the
sheer will for existence
for proving my identity,
for carving a niche for me, myself
In this hostile world...

 

[(‘“*JiĢäR*”’)]

V Nicd...

 

[QUEEN OF HEARTS ...]

very nicee sharin sista (y)

 

[SHAYAN]

NIcee....