I have a story of how a waterfall didn't flow through me but made me flow through it, without letting me fall. I have a poem of how a graveyard turned to euphoria of countless, including me. Except that its graves were mistaken for graces. I have a play of how the characters died while never praying to live. And how the end always lived faraway from prayers. I have a book of how a home was built by no soil and rock but with a mere spade. A spade that had a shade of a homeless hope. I have something to say about your stay.... #dawn_of_divine #eternal_lives #theunsungquill #aestheticthoughts #paidstory
