I
Fragments of words...
Aimlessly,
I sail the milky way...
Friction of gravels
that brush against my shoe...
Pulsating ripples filled
the puddles of an uneven road...
Strip me of my color,
and no longer will I be judged...
Midnight scribbles
of blue moon's muse...
Canvas splashed with vibrant colors,
where red and blue amalgamate...
Knowing you, made me realized how far I would go to keep my promises |
If you face the harshes critic positively, then you're on the road to receiving positive criticism. |
Sometimes it's the 1% chance that we need to have faith in rather than the 99% of doubt |