i still remember how i grew up admiring the sunsets more than the dawns;
the endings more than the beginnings;
the outgoings more than the incomings;
it is 3am in the morning
and how ironic it is for me to lie down on this cold floor and erase everything;
oh you who has returned! dawn, begin, come back..
ESTÁS LEYENDO
it's 3a.m ..again
Poesíahi there ! just random deep thoughts that most of us experience at night .. so if you just had your heart broken, feel like an outsider or misunderstood by someone; this is the right place :)
