Riveting Pot

of possibilities

Category

poem

Future Me

Future me is someone I don’t know someone I’ll never met but will always chase after.

Beauty

As time change, our bodies rearrange The beauty that’s true is all too new to be appreciated.

Darkness

Everything is dark, and everyone’s asleep I’ll write on to see, where will end this trip.

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