Inside my head.

Chaos… Eruptions… Blatant scenes from the past… It all occurred inside my head. Now, all your memories are dead. Fumes of burnt letters. Ruins of smashed armors. Triggered acerbic words. Said only by dull cowards. Floating feathers of steep dreams, where you rolled away in streams Of odourless scents of a bittersweet past. Good thing… Continue reading Inside my head.