I often find myself at the crux of happiness and despair, like a feather about to connive with the wind and a needle stuck in the skin; one path leads to new adventures while the other reminds me of my being.
anthologies cant contain you as your complex simplicity is cosmic and transcendental. to live you is the only way to learn you, like I live my faith. be the story of my life, for I wish to be us, every second & make you the most beautiful crux of me.
A good life does not need all comforts to live It just requires the spirit to handle everything and few true souls to support you at every point of time
Mostly I do the right thing, sometimes I do the right thing for His sake. Does that make me a partially good person? Or is that the very crux of it? It oscillates and confuses.