But darling, there's no escape to fears; they're like full-on rainstorms in an open field. And it's a choice to make if we let it soak us and just relish the madness that only a feisty heart could find joy in, or rather take out an umbrella and end up battling with myriad whirlwinds that only an obstinate mind could conjure.
I hope you understand that sometimes, children teach us the most important lessons. And I do hope you find that child in you, the one that lets you hear the rhythm in the pitter-patter of the rain; the one that makes you dance with it.
YOU ARE READING
Paper & Ink |#Wattys2016|
Poetry"I am the black on white; the ink on paper." A collection of my nightly thoughts and daydreams. Highest rank: #5 in Poetry. Please enjoy reading and find a friend in one of my works. :)
