My teacher told me a story once, The story of two wolves Within each of us resides two wolves, Always fighting. One all things good And the other all things bad So I asked who wins She replied The one you care to feed.
I forgot how it felt like, Yet today I heard a cry An old echo of my heart and I remember, remembering how it felt to be her. I am savouring this feeling, that she has given me.
Thoughts are powerful. Every sad thought ever Real or not brings a pang along. I barely remember you but my heart remembers- each and every thing about you.