It’s when you don’t have anyone to fight against that the real battle begins..
How is it that the more I drink
The thirstier I get?!!
Everything would fall into place
If you let it.
An old flame?
You dear shall ever be
A raging fire..
I fear the day the ink of imagination runs dry
And memories conspire not to comply
For that is when I must die.
Do check out this article from Thought Catalogue. It has the best perspectives to start the year off with.
Happy new year everyone!
The colour of love,
I loved the way he held me, and the tenderness of his touch,
Failing to notice he was molding me into his own idea of perfection.
You see but a shadow, a fragment, an abbreviation ; a simple worded translation of all that I am..