People are like roads.
Some of then go straight to their destination
without taking a break to catch a breath or to lay their tired head to rest. They still go, restless until their eyes reach the end at the horizont.
And some takes unexpected turns,
always finding a new paths,
resting maybe every minutes, or hours, always experiencing something.
But we all are going to one destination,
where we will all meet those who we lost
One's will meet them sooner, other later.
And everything's going to be fine.
YOU ARE READING
𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲
Poetry𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐭 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑠 Peek into the soul of a person who can express feelings only by writing
