博客來Love and loss, life and death, and all things in between.
＂If I could grab a shooting starand send it off with a wish,
I would tell it about you
And once I do,
I’ll look up to the glittering sky,
every single night
in hopes to mention you again＂Not all that’s written was to see the light of day. Every poem, every line - they were all meant to be tucked away, rotting with the one who wrote it. A hopeless romantic, an anguished man, a dreamer - pouring his heart out for the world so his suffering won’t remain silent. This is what happens when vulnerability prevails. This is the refusal of obscurity.
