Sometimes I'm plagued by stupid ideas, yet I run after them. At the moment, I have only my ideas, nothing more. They keep my sanity and hold my hand. I have learned not to close the doors, I have learned that paths should not be rejected without at least one attempt, or often several attempts. Yesterday I got secret help, small, tiny, but something that gave me a bit of hope. I continue. Forward.
What if it was never the other one? What if it was always the unknown? What if I didn't know but one day, just like that, I finally found out? What if the truth was hidden? What if the whole world was showing me something I shouldn't know? What if life couldn't be predicted? What if you were here now? What if... *NickyPe's picture

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