When failure blossoms into wind and immaturity, when you follow the musings of your heart, a symphony expands from the silent sigh of rivers, to high pitched mountains unknown. All experiences of the unstopping mind, sharp like a freshly cut diamond, splintered my past into million parts. Broken, scattered like pollen seeds caught in the air, a collection of some of my poems, my soul, written on penultimate pages of class notes. I hope that readers could relate to the emotions written in this book. |