What dreams may come, let there be plenty. See through all the talk of whats right. No one supports the dreamer. So i send out a prayer for us all. To the great beyond, God, whoever is out there. Who asks about what matters most to the dreamer? Does anyone? Even while he struggles with mundanity that is bleeding him, cutting deeper than any blade can. No interest to anyone. But to me. Care for the impossible. To make it possible. I am with you. Dont let go. Simple as that.
God. Please?
*Maybe*
About Me
- Nida
- Karachi, Pakistan
- I think, therefore i am. Cliche, yes. But cliches become so because they are so conveniently all encompassing and easy to understand. Somewhere in this, me : above limitation and beneath restraint
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