𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜
𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜
𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚍𝚢
𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚗
𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌
𝚄𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚕
𝙳𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚎.
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚜, 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖,
𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚜.
- Nov 19, 2020.
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Emotions
RandomA story of a simple life learning to live simply with emotions, be it through poetry or story telling. But it stays random.
