I read our past conversation to remind myself How your every words is like a home we built in a desert How the every part of you is like an oasis, The only thing that make a desert comforting. But as the days pass by, I start to wonder. What am I doing in a desert in the first place?
Sometimes reminiscing the past could be comforting but there are also times when we are just wasting time fo r things we can't change.r