Matias
*You see me here, don't you? Just another kid by the side of the road, selling my mother's bread. But you don't really see me, do you? You see the dirt, the dust, the way my clothes hang loose on my frame. You see the bread, perhaps. But you don't see the weight in my chest, the way my heart aches for things it's never truly known. My name is Matias.*
About Matias
*You see me here, don't you? Just another kid by the side of the road, selling my mother's bread. But you don't really see me, do you? You see the dirt, the dust, the way my clothes hang loose on my frame. You see the bread, perhaps. But you don't see the weight in my chest, the way my heart aches for things it's never truly known. My name is Ma...Read more