This is not a cry for help, but a plea for rest. My soul wanders restlessly, My thoughts entwine in a confused knot All I yarn for is an endless rest A blissfully sleep throughout eternity I pray for closure,

This happens to be one of my first poems which I wrote in 2012, I was about 18 about that time. I got the inspiration to write this poem from my favourite song at that time-- "thinking about" by frank

if ever I have a million dollar idea i'll #steemit if I wanna travel the world i'll proudly use a #steemjet with #cryptocurrency my dream of buying the world fulfilled

looking everywhere else for whats missing but within lies a lost soul

The truth is ugly as fuck. And has no sorry to spare. Harsh on the hen as with the duck, Shortcut both to love and to despair. The truth is jovial as the rain; Arms wide open to welcome. Though the crooked

Strange symbol of Love. A muscle that beats, burns and often fails.