She keeps forgetting that she needs to write when she is happy just like she does when sad ,that way she would have memories of Happy instances, instead she spreads that happiness around but when she want happiness only sorrows seem to appear, there is only one question with her.
And for one existence ...
K. A. R. M. A
Where are you and what are you doing?
YOU ARE READING
The Clouds That Passed By
PoetryThese are a set of random thoughts of a random girl in this random universe
