Clase Drene

Here is a dismal drowning, in redundant pages formed by echoing various shapes of realities between each other that are mostly lost to all my thoughts in despair and with that, the hopeless feelings. I should just trash my life as a waste of time while mimicking the mocking in a very poser like demure of associations. But as reason has me needing any love or be it untold, by the creations of time and space. We and there for I am longing to to know this love yet has not a touch been bent to...