Write a letter to your 100-year-old self.
Dear Me,
Whilst you rot underneath the leaves and soil
Remember the chances you missed and suffer for them.
Sleep well.
Sincerely,
Duncan @21
When truth has no burning, then it is philosophy, when it gets burning from the heart, it becomes poetry.
Write a letter to your 100-year-old self.
Dear Me,
Whilst you rot underneath the leaves and soil
Remember the chances you missed and suffer for them.
Sleep well.
Sincerely,
Duncan @21