After you finally focus on the beauty and the ugly you begin to desire what I call tranquility. You want to see more, you began to grow with curiosity.
Pequeña poesia que habla de esa tipica y sola chica, la que lee en la lluvia sola en un pequeño lago. Creo que todos conocemos a esa mujer que nunca tendremos idea de que es lo que pasa por su cerebro.
this poem is about the things that are gone, but you wished you could change, but the time is gone and there is more said and done to reverse anything so you live with the hurt.