Why is it that I'm painting the skies in laughter and colorful emotions yet I'm still the one bathing in sorrows as the others bask in my pre-made sunlight?
YOU ARE READING
unwanted redemption
Poesia"Life is like a poem, never truly finished. But sometimes it's over before it even began, because sometimes a pen runs out of ink."-me
Painting
Why is it that I'm painting the skies in laughter and colorful emotions yet I'm still the one bathing in sorrows as the others bask in my pre-made sunlight?
