Time flies so fast that you can't even think of the thing that you faced what's in your front right now.
I want you to cherish every second you breathe in this world.
Life is precious, as memories too.
You can never be back to the days where you just had to enjoy things and afterwards you ended up regretting and forgetting that the scene, the exact scene you encountered, happened.
Writing down on your notebook, taking pictures on your phone, recording your voices, laughs and talks. That's a piece, a piece that shouldn't be throwned.
Life is too short.
Memories runs in second.
Regrets are everywhere.
You must have this.
YOU ARE READING
INK OF LIFE
PoëzieA self-help book to help your self. Written by an independent woman who had to help herself through the years she's been miserable riding the roller coaster.
