Being cold is my possession 🤧🥺
Great distance between me and people is thrill
Winning sincerity in souls is expensive
Prolly circumstances landed me on this lane
"You are okay"I tell myself every time
I celebrate my marrows for bearing loads
My voice was stifled through nights
And the place around was desert
I found solace by listening to Tatiana❤️
Alongside watching the moon
I pushed everyone away
I imagine everyone makes temporary attachment
The point will never be understood
But I push people away
And there happiness becomes my parcel ✨
©symay
S