The mind is not always full of light or hope. It is also a dark place, full of random thoughts that can either make or mar....and its not always your choice to make.
The mind is not always full of light or hope. It is also a dark place, full of random thoughts that can either make or mar....and its not always your choice to make.
Poems that twine thread around the broken bits of a soul, that fling umbrella lips into beaming buckets and kind of just make you want to say, "life is beautiful, isn't it?" - a totally unbiased revi...