— merci.
Conscience hitting me hard,
But you were there to cover all my wounds,
I wished, I could go back and change;
What did I learn after poison had spewed?
While I was lying down there, you hugged me.
But this time, you taught me how to exponentially rise from the skew,
What to pursue.
You taught me and gave me the wings,
and this time I did flew.
YOU ARE READING
An ako Mirasol
PuisiReal life isn't neatly divided into a sequence of stories where each one has definite end. So, the question of whether or not real life has happy endings is moot. It really just depends... which moment you want to call it "endings".
