life can be really full of surprises.
you won't even know what would happen later on or the next day or next week or next month or...
well, i love my life but sometimes,
it's getting hard to gather myself together again after being shattered into pieces and no one's there for you but your own self.
you just keep breaking and getting fixed,
breaking and getting fixed,
getting fixed and breaking.
at least it makes us more stronger that it was before, right?
i don't really know.
but as long as there's a sun for flowers to bloom and rain to give music in my ears,
i'm gonna be okay,
more than words.
YOU ARE READING
My Dream Wisteria: Prose and Poetry
Poetrywe learn and grow, we were born to die. so i'll take this moment to write, as the wisteria grow inside.
