They say
in this world,
there are sinners
and saints.
We all are drowning in our sins
so who is there to pull us out?
There are no saints,
only those who burden themselves to think
that they are.
-years ago, one late night
YOU ARE READING
My Only Language is Words
Náhodné"It played out so perfectly, so full, so wonderous... but then I woke up". ~~~~ "The blade of imagination is a force to be reckoned with"~~~~ Somewhat insignificant rambles~ Also called "poetry" I suppose
