winters many have passed
sunny summers, as many, too
and then these rains, so fierce
languished to the bone, she thought:
where will i go, but… 12 more words
With every mistake I make, I am getting closer to the most wonderful version of myself.
Haven’t we all experienced this disquieting feeling several times, under several circumstances? Asked to make a choice between any two given entities, haven’t you always held one in your hand and wondered eternally whether the other one could be the ideal choice? 455 more words