We Spend Our Days W8ng For The Ideal Path To Appear In Front Of Us.. . But.. . We Forget That, Paths Are Made By Walking.. . Not.. . By Waiting...! <-;
I could fill a thousand pages, telling you how i felt, and you still would not understand. So now I leave, without a sound, except that of my heart shattering as it hits the ground
u seem to be much careless nowdays...
alwayz leaving your things here and
there,
c what hav u done now u just came in
my mind and left a smile on my face.
