Finding yourself in the border between day and night, reality and imagination.
Mama used to tell me that all you needed in life is hope and a song. (Inspired by today's prompt: gateway. A story about a mute child and her mother.)
He seeks a gateway to the light
Where hope will dry his tears.
You opened my gateway-And now it's time for me to return the favour.
And they still complain about the little things, those silly little people. They don't know what could've been, or couldn't have I should say.
There’s an urge for authenticity in everything I write, It blocks all inspiration and bids every thought goodnight,
Finding yourself in the border between day and night, reality and imagination.
Mama used to tell me that all you needed in life is hope and a song. (Inspired by today's prompt: gateway. A story about a mute child and her mother.)
He seeks a gateway to the light
Where hope will dry his tears.
You opened my gateway-And now it's time for me to return the favour.
And they still complain about the little things, those silly little people. They don't know what could've been, or couldn't have I should say.
There’s an urge for authenticity in everything I write, It blocks all inspiration and bids every thought goodnight,