My strength trickles in drops from forted edges of my majestic iceberg
So I shrug off and veil my soul with cloak of coldness till coldness pervades and freezes my shattered crystal drops till each one of it becomes part of my whole again.
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 7:21 AM UTC
My strength trickles in drops from forted edges of my majestic iceberg
So I shrug off and veil my soul with cloak of coldness till coldness pervades and freezes my shattered crystal drops till each one of it becomes part of my whole again.
When you stand up to new quests, there are moments when you doubt your judgment of choice between alleys leading to different uncertain ends, in that instant of a moments you pull yourself out, you trust your judgement and persistently you carry on towards the unknown destination.
