Dear stranger,
Who ever is reading this.
You're beautiful.
Pretty. Beautiful.
Two different things;
Pretty are only seen by the eyes and hope it last. The truth, age is a traitor to beauty. One day you'll grow old and become saggy and wrinkled, would they still be praising?
Beautiful.
Beyond the eyes could see, is the heart that is true and sincere. Age is no traitor to beauty. Beauty by heart can live 'till we die, and on people know you by heart.
By heart you're beautiful.
Thank you.
YOU ARE READING
Souls rehabilitation.
RandomWhen you cannot say something, write it. This is where souls go to for rehab. Words that are left unsaid, are written here. Feelings that are left unexpressed, are written here. Just a human going through a hurricane of dullard feelings and thoughts.
