Some Writings

As long as we ended on the same page

I stood on the rooftop, looking at the sky above me. It was a beautiful feeling, not sight because my eyes were blurry. As soon as I started arranging my thoughts, I felt water droplets pricking on my arm. Can't really tell if it came from the sky or my eye. Well it doesn't really matter, does it? This is the reason it's my favorite place. There is no difference because they both had the same fate. I guess it just doesn't matter where we begun, as long as we ended on the same page

Alfia <3