.. saturday very morning.. friday night couldnt fall asleep. imagine the driest desert on earth.. the soil is cracky like old almost destroyed skin.. the holy angel, the rainy cloud is far away and you would soo much like to get at least a drop.. just one water drop and i would again get green..
today i realized how much, even if we would like to be in charge over our lives.. how much the fate of others can determine our next steps.. life is not constant but moving, changing, growing and dying.. with every moment which passed by.. what is done cannot be changed.. and still we are angry, upset, we hurt our beloveds, we cry for such silly things.. uhum.. for sure, we survive but for what price?
thank you my angel, you are the water for my dry soil, with you i grow!!
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