the_lost__soul

Life; a painting of colourful chaos we call art. Sweet with an enchantment of distress. No matter how hard you run, you can't escape from its claws.I'm Silk, Silk Red Kourtasi, the sole heiress of one of the biggest business empires in the world, The Kourtasi Enterprises. I could live my life in the most lavished way if I wanted to, so could my next five generations, without moving a single finger. But do I want that?No.Did I wish for my parents to die?No.Did I want to see my brother get shot and bleed to his death, right before my eyes?No.Did I wish for reptiles as my family, feeding on my wounds?No.Did I wish for depression and anxiety?No.But that's what life is; expect the unexpected.I'm not Red, like my middle name suggest. I've let pain and negativity suck out the life in me. I've let my demons feast upon every single human emotion that existed within me.I'm a shell. A shell eighteen years of age.I don't trust, I don't love,I have no faith.Nothing could change me.So would I let him paint me Red?N.O.*****…

the_lost__soul

What makes us, us? Is it the fire in our soul or the dreams we carry in our bones or is it the passion that circulates in our veins. What gives us our identity?I've never been able to place what makes me "me". I'm a chaos to say the least. I've endured so much upon my heart and there's so much still to come. My mind is tired, my soul is tired. I don't need no more emotional attachments for I'm sick of being betrayed, thrown off my high pedestal of high hopes.I have nothing in me but unresolved feeling, wandering thoughts and fatigued bones. I'm a chaos.****When your childhood beliefs are torn and you find yourself thrown into the whirlwind of gruesome reality. How would your little mind cope? Who would you trust?Will you trust the guy that sends you letters, telling you, you're some kind of Unearthly being that he's obsessed with. Or the guy that holds you when you cry at night?And what if you find yourself stuck in a complicated love-triangle, making your chaotic life even more chaotic.Will you be brave enough to strip your chaos naked?…

the_lost__soul

Life is a maze, a colourful confusing one at that. Trapped and entranced in my books I never thought I would find a perfect man. No man was like the novels.But I was proven wrong when he stepped one morning into the crowded hallway of my High school.He was art, my dilemma. My mother's dream son.My love...But I never gathered the courage to tell him. And then he was gone for a long, long time.Five years later, I saw him again, standing at the end of the aisle. Waiting for me.His face was dark, all the youth drained off it replaced with sculpted male features. But his gaze was fixated upon one woman.And that wasn't me, his bride, wrapped in white as I walked down the aisle.It was her; it was always her.He loves her.******Available on Dreame! Please go support me there!…