A story or a poem a day, keeps the soul happy in every way
Sometime. In the future. We all will learn the reasons for the goodbyes of our past. We all will learn to grow. Sometime in the future.
I am a passive spectator, waiting to be forgotten, hoping to be remembered in this world of identities
friends are the unknown treasure we fail to discover
When the mind is restless; the heart looks for peace; control what you own but let go of what you don't Be free