Just. Be. More. Humble | Write To Make Things Right
When Lovers Meet,
Their hearts craft the handshake while the hands are left free.
When Lovers Speak,
Their minds converse and leave the tongue tied.
When Lovers Laugh,
Vincent stood outside the twenty-one floor apartment building watching the occupants linger just beyond the entrance. At a distance, he could see them sway with the wind. As Vincent approached, their posture seemed to buckle…
Every day you see me saturated in my own skin, a lack thereof
Because where there is color lies emptiness, and in emptiness lies fortune.
For that was the law of the old generations