When you get stuck on real math problems. ~S.H.~
Tag: Poem
The world is lost, like a piece of raft, in a stormy sea. No peace, its voice was drowned in sounds. It is gone. It is gone. There are no…
I’m saddened. For the place that I thought was a source of light. Is filled with the darkest storms. The shallowest minds and the coldest hearts. It is so…
Something like this: Fly, open up the part of you that wants to hide away. You can shine, forget about the reasons why you can’t in life. And start to…
It’s not about understanding the words, It is understanding the feelings enclosed. -S.H. about poetry These days. Like a storm with its residuals. Devastation upon the circumstances. Circumstances of knowing…