I came here with nothing, my heart was pure yet filled with agony. I was accustomed with scenes of misfortunes, life was my horror movie just made in reality. I guess that's why my name had to be "The Lost Soul".
I never saw myself as those guys labeled (Poets), people who are so marvelous to watch recite poetry, like some sort of waterfall the words just breeze through your mind and the next thing they take you on some sort of flight, mind flying so high in the sky you can see yourself touching those pure white clouds shining so bright.. No!!!
I was merely just " The Lost Soul." stuck in a zone, where beautiful was the norm, and words was used to perfection to ease your mind relax your soul while love would control your thoughts as a whole, yes I somehow felt like a puppet going through these emotions yet being static.
Friends.. Well that's what I started gaining in the end, I kept getting feedback on how my work was different yet relevant, how my words had emotions attached to it, and how my thoughts also was captivating others to drift into another dimension allowing them to tap into their inner self too, but wait.. I was still just " The Lost Soul ".
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