We are made of
People we love
And people we hate.
Of songs,
And movies,
And random phrases.
Of fears,
And longings,
And everything
We already lost.
Are we actually people
Or just a mix
Of experiences?
We are made of
People we love
And people we hate.
Of songs,
And movies,
And random phrases.
Of fears,
And longings,
And everything
We already lost.
Are we actually people
Or just a mix
Of experiences?