You wish to be liked. I wish simply to be. One day you will know what that means, perhaps. And you will smile. Not against me. But with me.
You wish to be liked. I wish simply to be. One day you will know what that means, perhaps. And you will smile. Not against me. But with me.
Because a star explodes and a thousand worlds like ours die, we know this world is. That is the smile that what might not be, is.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories