There is more hope in the future than you could believe, walking on roads that make you unsure- but you fear falling stagant once you let yourself grieve. You have plans taking shape and dreams you spin and weave, intentions and ideals almost pure….
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
There is more hope in the future than you could believe, walking on roads that make you unsure- but you fear falling stagant once you let yourself grieve. You have plans taking shape and dreams you spin and weave, intentions and ideals almost pure….