I'm a carrier of a gypsy heart. I belong to a land of satin town draped in starry laces far from the garden suburbs. I've seen more than cotton candy clouds and silky skies from love songs. I'm breathing in rose-tinted aesthetics with each passing sunset. My smiles are the happiest shade of pink under the napalm skies . I belong to an era of forgotten folktales and and blue poetries. I've written us promises on seashells for more than a sea breeze's time. As May stops to caress my heart with nostalgia, I run past old autumns to embrace cheap fernwehs. I'm more than artistic bohemian among pandemic-scented lanes, I'm a july jamboree in the run. I was born among the fading constellations and I etch your name on the same. I'm a beatnik lover. I've painted wooden fences in hues of rainbow yet I don't long to live in my old sunburnt cottage . I'm seeking you in strangest of places. I'm falling in love under the blue sky. We're finding home in each others cherry-stained heartbreaks and cliché summer poems. I believe in loving you for another forever, in a different realm.
#MYSELF Myself I heal myself Because nobody heals it for u. I consult myself Because no-one will understand. I get cure myself Because I don't believe in precautions. I make strong myself Because nobody cares about it. I ruined myself Because my heart fails to get the truth. I make sure myself Because there's no one around. I make happy myself Because nobody does it for me. Yes I still exists Because each and every human Can't be considered As coward. I still exists And iam proud of it.