
Thorns are the fate we are born with

Or is it that the deeper the love, the deeper the hurt

If hurting others was never the intention

I only hope.......

That one day we can shed all our sharp edges, and bloom our most perfect smiles for each other

We are all good at hiding our own fragility
We vent a poisonous beauty

This is the sharpness we are born with


We are all good at flaunting our own recklessness












