“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
I don’t know anymore what it’s for.. I’m not even sure if there is anyone who is in the sun..
If I find my own way, how much will I find?
...Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes that I am not there..
I swear I didn’t mean for it to feel like this—like every inch of me is bruised
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map