That's the thing about readers.
They're hopeless romantics.
Always waiting for someone to see the love and hope in their eyes.
Waiting for someone to love them, to give them hope.
Seeing the better in life and wanting for others to see it too.
They believe in the unexpected and the wonders that life offers every single one of us.
YOU ARE READING
How I found me
PoetryA random series of poems and thoughts on my way to finding myself. These are just splinters of my mind, and they sometimes won't make sense and have no structure or deeper meaning. They are the words I'm too afraid to speak out loud, the words I'm f...
