You flip the thick pages and they cut you. You bleed crimson, you bleed colours, you bleed feelings and it hurts so much. But you know what? it's gonna heal dear. I remember once, sadness was the only paradise I knew. It was my comfort zone. But it is gonna magically heal only if you let it. And perhaps you'll sit graciously at the peek of a mountain waiting for the sunrise so that you'll breathe your story.
YOU ARE READING
The Quill Pen in Your Hand
SpirituellesThe projected patch of light in a hallway add to it's aesthetic. No matter how old and scary a building is, you should focus on that detail. Because every house has a potential of being home. And every soul can be refined. This is but a minuscule do...
