Maybe we're all different flowers in a grassy field; and perhaps we're all too busy looking at other flowers' petals and crying over our dangerous thorns to notice the beautiful petals that we never even knew we had.
*~j.c~*
YOU ARE READING
Dear World
Poetry"dear world, can you hear me?" [a collection of poems, thoughts, and quotes that tend to occupy my brain] Hopefully this collection makes you feel happy, or more okay, or even makes you realize that existing is not so bad after all.
