Quick thought. Noise.

If you ever find yourself lost in the darkness

Expect your mind to be your worst enemy,

Your breath the only noise.

The monsters, crawling in your veins.

Because all you see is just an illusion,

Born from the ashes

Of aching desires.

You can never be understood

But by a beast just like you.

Blind, broken, and lost.

Souls gone to pieces

Not always match

But sometimes,

Find their own peace and quiet.

When you’re exhausted, you look for nothing more than silence.

I’m Mar.
Head of The Bold Mom.
Promoter and compulsive thinker.