If my words could fly, they'd look like the paper planes flying haphazardly in the fields, the paper boats who've lost their way back to home, the reculse who looks for home in every person, the metaphors that are hooked to my dream catcher and the riddles that I scribble on every wall in the name of you. (Read the caption) If my words could fly; they'd look like the chances that I take instead of the boundaries I'm asked to not cross. they'd look like the regrets that I carry on soul rather than shaking it off from my shoulder. they'd look like the love that left in midway, but it still lingers on my fingertips.
