Waking up and
Feeling like you had enough sleep
Walking and
Feeling like you could do anything
Nothing matters anymore
For I feel i n f i n i t e
YOU ARE READING
H I M
Thơ ca"Blue eyes for distant Stars Honey eyes for Sunlight, We are the crashing of waves on sand Tree branches reaching for the bright sky We are where you end and I start; We were made to belong." This is a chapter in a book I am putting together. And t...
