Im only a student..but there are those weird moments, and sometimes almost sacred, in life when one I am the top of the world; or a puny wisp of a flower swaying gently, breathing with the wind..a tiny ant, building my fortress of hope..just another grain of rice in the water-logged fields..or perhaps even, the only slight sense of hope, at the end of a dark, gloomy corridor.
Random Thoughts: And sometimes we do lovely things, but we forget to remind ourselves that, and just smile in a mysterious sort of way- My dream of you


Favorite Reading: Cradle and all, Grand Avenue and many more
Favorite Writers: donna tartt, danielle steel, sidney sheldon, james patterson and a few more

Interacts by more_black

iLogs by more_black