“ Careful there, Poet. I might start to believe you. ”
I love you for who you are, not who the world thinks you should be.
~ Libba Bray
But we can't go back. We can only go forward.
I run after her, not really giving chase. I’m running because I can, because I must.Because I want to see how far I can go before I have to stop.
You can never know about about your own destiny: are the people you meet there to play a part on your oun destiny, or do you exist just to play a role in theirs?
