• anonymous_09 5w

    Life is a maze, isn't it?
    And we,
    Just wanderers.
    Trying to figure out this riddle,
    In travelling,
    The people we never imagined to lose,
    Are lost now.
    Carrying failures, lost frndships, childhood innocence and memories.
    And hopes we carry,
    It is as seeing light, inspire of being surrounded by darkness.
    And desires like fires,
    Which is burning inside.
    And we travell,
    Not even knowing the place we are heading...