“It is the unlived life we are starving for, the poem that never got penned, the canvas that sat blank all along. It is the story that remained untold, the flowers we never found in the rain of pain, that keep us thirsty inside.”
“It is the unlived life we are starving for, the poem that never got penned, the canvas that sat blank all along. It is the story that remained untold, the flowers we never found in the rain of pain, that keep us thirsty inside.”