At the end of the day,
all we are is ships
traveling with no map
to endless oceans,
searching for an utopic paradise,
a paradise we choose to pretend that doesn't exist.
YOU ARE READING
Lonely Words
PoetryBeauty lies in you and it's sad that you are not aware of it.. Cause we are all pieces of art made for exactly one reason. You can only know the reason when you look deep inside your heart.
