the moment you questioned everything,
the life you long to live
the salaries you want to earn
knowledge you wish to learn
the love that often come and go
dreams that begin to crumble
the heart that has been shattered
that's the moment you take it all in one hand and hold it. softly. lovingly.
as you're the only secure place for the lost and broken to be.
YOU ARE READING
The Wanderer
PoetrySomewhere in between times, there are souls wander around to find something to believe in. Something to hope for.
