Life is all something from the beginning. Yesterday and the day before don’t count tomorrow. There are no two the same Fridays in the world, two the same Sundays, two the same Wednesdays.
What are disappointments for then? If one love is – blank, dreams are immediately different and nicer. & when you are the saddest and bitter you think of some new eyes & realize that you are flying… you’re more beautifully flying.
There are no two the same Wednesdays in the world, two the same Tuesdays, two the same Fridays. All new loves count differently. We live, every time, from the beginning. We live never to fall. To be stronger after a storm. & right now already, in your heart a hundred golden stars can be heard.
What are disappointments for then? If one love is – blank, dreams are immediately different and nicer. & when you are the saddest and bitter you think of some new eyes & realize that you are flying… you’re more beautifully flying.
There are no two the same Wednesdays in the world, two the same Tuesdays, two the same Fridays. All new loves count differently. We live, every time, from the beginning. We live never to fall. To be stronger after a storm. & right now already, in your heart a hundred golden stars can be heard.
Written at my lowest. Goodnight all
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