randomness
i knew i am walking very fast
then a random message makes me stop: “every person, once wanted fame. but when passion hits us, everything changes.” with that, a smile plastered on my face.
a random note makes my heart pound.
a random stranger takes me back my path.
a random moment offers me the light i was longing to.
so that was passion, huh?
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a writer's tear can write a book
Poetry". . . but if being sad is the only way to make myself write then i would gladly volunteer to be obliterated." genre: poetry // english
