I am.

I am a biological sculpture drenched in sensory activities, capable of exhibiting emotions. My mind hides words and my talks become stories. I live a life of metaphors and ironies; change faces, cover my skin and masquerade. What I tread becomes my path, where I stand is my land; What I breathe is what I own, I exhale and disown. Inside my head, there hides a world. I long for my life to be a mystery and death, poetry.

91 thoughts on “I am.

            1. Rocks? ๐Ÿคฃ You are something else!
              Imagine me singing that song!
              That’s all that I can do!๐Ÿ˜‚
              I aaaaammmm aaaaaa biological sculptureeeee drenched in sensory activitiesssssss (humming) , capable of exhibiting emotionsssss (low pitch). My mind hides wordssssss and my talks become storiesssss (humming)
              Background score :- PubG๐Ÿคฃ

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  1. This is so beautiful! There’s a charm to it, a strange eerieness and everytime you read it, you get the feels!โฃโฃ

    “I long for my life to be a mystery and death, a poetry” You are giving hints to your own eulogy?๐Ÿค”๐Ÿค”

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