My life- a field that wallows in exquisiteness of flowers. Through bordering thorns and wild grasses. A tranquil sea which waters sometimes ripple with the wind when the storm looms. Once but a gaze only at the twinkling stars-Amazed at how Thy hands grasp the finest...
How does it feel to not feel?
What is the risk to not risk?
What does one lose not to lose?
How can one live and yet not live?
How can one love and yet love only love?