We live in a painting of undefinable beauty
A star filled haze without definition. You run to...
The urge to tell stories,
to tell the story...
What if enemy
is in you telling you who...
There is
So much...
It is too depressing
To talk about death...
Thanks for another day
That you...
A writer not only writes what the writer feels but the writer can also feel what the writer writes |
Being in love is like playing with fire you always get burned |
Must keep my eyes open, can't fall asleep yet, I'm widely wake, but for how long? |