Jan 2015
it was as though the language
of stars was translated to me.
i realized my past was not
my destination.
(how can you see your path
when you always look behind you?)
of stars was translated to me.
i realized my past was not
my destination.
(how can you see your path
when you always look behind you?)
Thanks to Maggie Grace for sharing this challenge... it was like reliving the epiphany all over again!
Written by
SøułSurvivør
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