Her hearts is weary from always being placed under high alert. It doesn’t know what to do anymore.
Her hearts is weary from always being placed under high alert. It doesn’t know what to do anymore.
What’s that thing you hold in your hand?
That’s the key
The key to your dreams
You use it everyday and take it for granted
Because you never fully embraced it
You see it as a nuisance
When every nuance speaks the opposite
Old things are called antique
But when you buy an antique , is it new to you?
Old things get handed down
Can new things be traded up?