We people are to changeable, we tend to change our minds so often, we decide and then we are not sure, a kid once wanted a bike as soon as he got it he instantly wanted a scooter, what is it with us? A month ago a small flower made us fly now a huge tree causes nothing extraordinary in our minds, we cant see any further, we find joy and sparks and flames came right away, why does it have to be that way? or it doesnt...have to be.. The sky resembles the chances you get in the track of ur whole life to do things in a better way...
Painting your soul of white with a honey flavored taste <2
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