• her_tall_guy 29w


    Sometimes I become a dry tree. Desperate in need of water. Sunlight. Grown totally useless. Unable to provide shade. Or fruit.

    Sometimes a lone wolf among its pack. To whom loneliness is totally dear. Even when surrounded by many, a need to be lonely gushes in the veins.

    Sometimes I can be snake. Totally venomous and aggressive on troubled.

    Sometimes I can be a deer. Conscious of my every move. Fear of danger that awaits for me.

    At times I become a chemeleon too. Quick to change my colours to suit and survive the society I live in.

    I'm what I am. A split.