If we ever stop to look back at our time spent in the clouds we'll see how we augured the strenuous end and hence we'll see we augured the beginning.
Life is robust yet so fragile. The smallest thing can take it a way in a split second, and sometimes even living its self is death, the most excruciation agony; to live while you are dead; only routines no room for life, you sleep, eat and do what ever that makes your day and then return again to the deadly sea of our imaginary head - Thaun
All I've ever done is to hide from the world, ironic that now that I had all intention to prosper
The huge world hides from little me
2 comments:
Does the world hide from you? How honey? *hugs* see you soon:)
kjære lille treet! ikke være trist! verden gjemmer seg ikke fra deg!
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