Unable
So,its not that simple.
Rather its strange.
There is a time when words come out of me,overflowing, sometimes tragic, sometimes full of love and then there is a time when I stay deprived of them,by mind dry as a desert and my feelings, confused and miserable.
I hate it.I hate it...
Rather its strange.
There is a time when words come out of me,overflowing, sometimes tragic, sometimes full of love and then there is a time when I stay deprived of them,by mind dry as a desert and my feelings, confused and miserable.
I hate it.I hate it...