biwrites

                            She knows,   everything has its own imperfections and flaws    ebb and flow, high and lows intricated turns, a while, for everyone   to pause She owns a journey gracefully embraced on her soul wishes to be in an unbroken trail, for at the end, herself to be found, her only goal   But sometimes, she just wish something to be placidly perfect like the poem she writes, her straight freezy hair, her acne marks on face time she spends with her loved ones, what her world really meant She daydreams in her thoughts entangled with idea of perfection in every shape tears down her reality holding forlorn imagination, an worthless attempt to escape   On her journey, strength of fortitude nonchalantly moving away with every bond she created,        ...