was it love that drew me to the potter?
I was lonely, heart broken,left alone
in my depressive world.
and the word " love" were but a myth
to my wretched heart.
how can I feel something I've never experienced?
whose existence where but a jumble of letters.
every passing day became a hard
pill to swallow.
every minute and second were like the
sprinkling of salt on an open wound.
what could have been the magnetic force that pulled me to the...