❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]

When you have lived through the so many eras, you tend to grow cold. Anyone you ever grow to love dies and all you can do is look at them getting while while you are never changing. A story where a man whose heart has been going through a seemingly never-ending winter finally gets its spring. Credit for the photo: Counterattack International Fans fb