How It Seemed Like You

I Always Tried To Imagine What It Would Be Like To Open Your Door To Find Something You Had Given Up On. Maybe It Had Seen Places You Never Had, Been Rerouted And Passed Through So Many Strange Hands, But Still Somehow Found Its Way Back To You, All Before The Day Even Began.

Your Actions Is Like A Raindrop; It Falls Into The Pond Making Ripples And Then Its Over.

It's Always Been Hard To Call Myself A Writer. I Think A Part Of Me Still Thinks It's Too Good To Be True.

I Just Do The Best I Can Under The Circumstances.

The World Is Speaking To You Every Day, You Just Don't Know How To Listen.