I wasn't the type
to write everyday,
or to get inspired easily.
but I was the type to fall
inlove each day.
Not necessarily with people,
but with the most simple &
common things. The
Smile of a stranger reminded
me that the hearts of man
were still kind.
The warmth of the sun, on my face
Each day, quietly whispered
that things will be okay
and finally, the shapes the
clouds took on an overcast day
insisted that there was
beauty in sadness, in solitude.
I honestly believe that I'll die
In awe of this unappreciated
world and that breaks my
Heart
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 2:24 PM UTC
I wasn't the type
to write everyday,
or to get inspired easily.
but I was the type to fall
inlove each day.
Not necessarily with people,
but with the most simple &
common things. The
Smile of a stranger reminded
me that the hearts of man
were still kind.
The warmth of the sun, on my face
Each day, quietly whispered
that things will be okay
and finally, the shapes the
clouds took on an overcast day
insisted that there was
beauty in sadness, in solitude.
I honestly believe that I'll die
In awe of this unappreciated
world and that breaks my
Heart
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