I can’t Describe
You See I Usually Find Myself Among Strangers
The Loneliest Moment In Someone’s Life.
That Is Part Of The Beauty Of All Literature
You’re Trying To Leave Yourself Behind
I Don’t Want Just Words
And in the end,we were all just humans.. drunk on the idea that love, only love,could heal our brokenness.
-F. Scott Fitzgerald-
For what it’s worth… it’s never too late