(via vi0lettae)
If I could count my laughters,
was it enough to tell how happy I am?
If I could point out how many tears
had fallen from my eyes,
was it enough to show
all the pain I am hiding into?
If I could run miles away
from where I am standing,
was it enough to tell how lost I feel?
If I could write million of prose and poetries,
was it enough to tell my stories?
If only things were enough.
But sadly, there were times,
when they weren’t just
what we needed to have.
I hope you’re doing fine // ma.c.a
