Fog Challenges Human Sight To
Look Across It..
Likewise Our Destinations Are
Hidden By The Fog Of Our Own
Rise, Chase And Win.. !
Don’t worry – when I fight with you. Worry – when I stop… because it means there’s nothing left for us to fight for!
I am addicted to the way I feel when I think of you!
Your face doesn’t look like a doorstep, it looks like the door just kept going
I cannot pretend to be impartial about the colors. I rejoice with the brilliant ones, and am genuinely sorry for the poor browns.