Estranged changes, Monumental experiences, The conquering of love is the instrument of understanding life.
My words cannot change the world’s current state. We inhale poisonous thoughts, exhale hope, and halt because, we want more than what is given.
Have you thought of how things are different yet similar, your touch familiar with continuous white lies, what’s mine not yours and sometimes yours what is not mine.
You see my mind is engraved in the past,