Maybe it's a beautiful epiphany or an ugly cognizance. But you know you've already gone too far when
This fragile paper can take those words, those qualms, fears and worries.
Because it's in no one else's but your hands
It is an island that you find in the middle of the vast ocean
Oh! It's just a trick.
But now it's a faint purple coloured sky of the time of dusk.
No, my dear, they are not a myth.
if they too will soon break
Today I want to be someone who doesn't care about syntax and plot in the day to day life.