BlogHide Resteemsitsliterature (25)in poetry • 7 years agoIt enters through the dreamsIt enters through the dreams. Seeping its suspicion into the mind. Suspicion, you say? My dreams are mere depictions of my once embarked on day. But oh, the realization so plain so blunt, you know…itsliterature (25)in literature • 7 years agointroI introduce you to my intellect. Welcome, you are. How do I share myself without going too far? I am not my story or a picture in your head. I am not illiterate or someone well-read. To say I was…
