I started my life unaware of what my passion was, indeed I had a hobby.

Never did I know what the inner me wants isn't what my body see.

I came across a fact that predicted me,and I understood why.

Indeed I had a hobby (drawing),I was so in to it like it was my everything.

Voices persuading my intellect, making me change my mind drastically.

I returned to the me of then,me of the citizen of thoughts,me from the city of lost.

I traveled deep into my mind,it was so white.

I walked miles to find a shade from this bright light.

I passed a place that had no vibe, rather an echoing voice that passed by.

I Tripped and fell,and complete darkness I saw.

Confused of the sudden incident,then I recall the voice that passed by.

Making me to shudder at the immediate change of the place.

Multiple shelf's I...