Just read it
this is my own story.

I was not exactly thinking of writing this when I wrote it, just penned down my thoughts..

Thoughts and ideas stream through our mind, and we muse on all kinds of things.

Is anything certain in the world today.

A poem from my schooling.

That moment where you do not know what to do. When your love is just slipping away. Nothing is working.

Very old poetry.

Do you ever wish you had something back? Or that things didn’t happen a certain way.

God changes a willing vessel, one who allows Him to lead.

It’s a poem.