I am nothing...
But a speck
blown away by the wind...
I am nothing...
the air I breathe
consuming
life is fleeting...
The road I trod
are twigs and myrtles...
Before and around me
are mere canvass
of a painful destiny...
I am nothing...
Wherever I go
Whatever I do
whatever...
just won't matter...
Manuelle Augustine
@MA582016
