Unaware 

​Like a butterfly

hatching from cocoon,

oblivious of the 

world that lay.


I too let you make

A home in my heart,

unaware of the storm

You will raise. 

Author: the perfect prole

After years of silent stalking, I finally want to foray in the dangerous territory of adulthood, and the first thing I do is setting up this blog to document all the clumsy journeys I will undertake,.

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