The line

I went to the waters,

Salty myself,

Saw a line,

Between the seas and heavens,

And thought to myself-

Maybe, maybe

That is where we stood apart

Here’s to the branches

That held us,

And to the prime number

That we were

That could only

Divide itself.

A hopeless romantic hanging in there in a world that's not sure about it anymore. Engineering undergraduate. Poet.

Crying under a shower of rain makes you think the whole world is weeping with you. Standing under an Autumn tree makes you think the

Until you let go of what hurts you,
screaming won’t ease the pain.

The day stars new all is peaceful at sun up a fresh strong breath of tree’s The Christmas tree is filled with a thousand memories

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