the ugly writers

Jaded

My wounded soul is stuck in this pattern of fancying people like him, never ready to love back.
the ugly writers

Masquerade

We create so many masks  so many masks to hide behind, to hide our faces to hide ourselves.
the ugly writers

Embers of Hope

Separated from the familiar comforts of family and home, I have felt the winds of change transforming the whispers of the wilderness into secrets that only its rugged terrain could decipher