… ain’t a saint.
He is a piece of art that I have to admire; my heart.
There’s no difference between our indifference.
After two, comes three. A rotten tree, before two.
Desiring the desire of the desire.
Harmony between minds, seasons.
They used to touch me.
What does fragility mean to you? A kind soul, a woman, a flower, an old man, a kid, a poem, a tear, a pet, a song. Even A happy person.