What meant to be will always finds its way..

when i arise in the morning, i think what a precious privilege, is to be alive, to breath, to think , to enjoy, and to love...
So my dear difficulty, if  you want to come into my life,the door is open.
if you want to go out of my life, the door is open.
just one request.
don't stand in the doorway. you are blocking the traffic.
you may badly injure yourself.

Poetry by Shalan is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License.