Friendship is probably one of the hardest things to comprehend. I don't even know how it starts and I can't just bear to know how it ends. But when the time comes that your heart had come to feel its presence, to find a home in a soul, just the same as yours, to give and take something this selfish world had been hiding - at that very moment, I know something certain of friendship:
In this oblivious world of ours, you have left your mark.
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. :)
