Mikamila Elehn-joyce Garcia
13 years of waking up alone, paint splattered teardrops on my shirt. And I just wish that someone would cover me up, cuddle me in, lie down with me and hold me in thy arms. Well, I never know how to love and I always wander all night. Things are easy to be cried for me. I have enough courage to face barricades and I am a warrior for some reasons. I am passing in the labyrinth at the same time breaking my shell out. Trying to be contented in life but insecurities kept pulling it at times. Hopes and dreams are born in my mind and always trying to reach it out. Memories are captured by an incredible camera called eyes. And I am always trying to be perfect but I know that I'm is perfectly-imperfect. “I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.