Pulled apart by the wind, I’m still mourning the things that we’ve learnt to live without .
God speaks thru all in silhouettes .
cut by the blade of grass, hanging on a leaf .
There are times I luv myself for being who I chose to be.
And there are times I hate myself for the things I’ve grown to be .
u spend years building up resilience and even more years being resilient, all in the name of success. so when ppl don’t want to reach their full potential, how can u blame them? winning is harder than losing.
The light in my eyes faded a long time ago .