In these sleepless nights, my mind wandered.
Maybe he brewed his storms at nightSo he could pour it cold tomorrow—Like his blanket covering the stars,In the morning it would be gray.The raging fires will be his comfortSo he'd be asleep amidst the chaos.Photo by Terry Jung on Unsplash© 2020 Onie Maniego and The Paper Drafts
I have trouble searching for beauty in what I see.
I set my milestones in life and not the other way around.
Do things not please anyone or to prove someone wrong, but do things because you believe it the best for you and your future.