stranger123 16h ago Stranger what does it mean to be a stranger?I ponder the reflection in the glass,the face I wear, a veil over my truth,too timid to peel back the layers,this mask has become my second skin,a familiar shroud,obmore…
stranger123 1d ago Addiction What is this bondage—a feeling, a vice,A drink, a drug, whispers of sweet escape?They told me, “Be clean, don’t chase that life,It shatters your soul, destroys those around you.”Yet here I am, crackedmore…
stranger123 2d ago Poetry I once dismissed it all as mere ink, scribbled thoughts on pages, words in books, lacking weight, void of breath, unaware, never grasping the heart of poetry. When you write, it blooms from love, frommore…
