“But how could you live and have no story to tell?”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights
I've lost count,
of the times i feel like an oddball.
It's becoming, though tinged with awkward repercussions.
Knowing people,
loving them for who they are,
and far more than that,
for everything God intends them to be.
May our moments be enduring.
No comments:
Post a Comment