I’m reaching but the rest is up to you
No one should ever know the way to my heart better than myself
Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don’t know why we are sad, so we say we aren’t sad but we really are.
Sometimes the sky is so big and I feel so little… Why is it worse at night, when I have such a desire to communicate and no language with which to form the words?
New age. New beginnings. New Adventures. Continuous blessings.