When most people don’t know what real agony is, some of us live on the hope that “someday things might get better”, being not really sure if they ever will.
I told the stars about you. I have reached the moon for you. Those two eyes of yours can swallow the deepest oceans. I asked the white clouds to fill us with colors. But soon I realized it was all you. Stars, moon, clouds, raindrops, universe. It was all in you.
