Our hearts are always bruised by life’s cruelty. We seldom get what we desire, and those who claim they do are lying to themselves. Death robs us of the chances we never took, the lives we never lived. We are left behind, dwindling in number, to ponder, to wonder, to dream.
Our hearts are always bruised by life’s cruelty. We seldom get what we desire, and those who claim they do are lying to themselves. Death robs us of the chances we never took, the lives we never lived. We are left behind, dwindling in number, to ponder, to wonder, to dream.