To write about tomorrow, to write about dreams, to know that they are just wishes, to know that it’s not true. I just want to keep writing for the mere sake of writing.
There should be no purpose behind dreams of youth. They just pass as they happen to pop up! Reality shows no care to dreams. Reality makes its way as it has been destiny. How cruel the beauty of a lady is! How poor the desire of a man might be!
There should be no purpose behind dreams of youth. They just pass as they happen to pop up! Reality shows no care to dreams. Reality makes its way as it has been destiny. How cruel the beauty of a lady is! How poor the desire of a man might be!