it's not possible for me to end this without making it appalling and it won't be justice to my pen, if I said optimistically everything.
There haven't been days when I haven't thought of handing over this hazardous path. There haven't been people who have left without asking if I'm taking this by my interest. There haven't been days when I haven't reached that edge of "no more I can". And there has never existed a day when I understood why the world's most precious thing isn't just one-touch away from you.
Slipped away as the words slip the tongue Shortened the already short period as a pencil sharped Leaves yet again like a season that doesn't tell nor ask.
are mine And I yours. We are meant to be As not said by me Said by those stars, said by the cosmos, says our astrology.Here together, hereafter and forever. We understand yet we don't. You are mine and I yours We belong together and that's what said our creators and you.