in the depths of my soul,
are broken fragments of dreams that have been swept under the rug.
I left them there only because,
I was in a rush to clean and it didn't seem like it need that much more time.
however,
when the rug is lifted,
when the sun chooses to shine in those dark depths,
the fragments appear.
I call those days the bad days,
they happen more than you could think of.
(much more than the good days. )
A.KATHERINE
