I now think counting the stars would be a less tedious task than
forgetting you.
Your name, your face,
is carved onto my trunk.
I am walking in present
but the air I'm breathing is filled with memories.
No matter what I do or where I go,
you're still here and
I can't let go.
YOU ARE READING
My Musings
عشوائيHere you'll find my deepest, strangest and most random thoughts in form of simple and few words. Happy reading! :)
