This is weird, very weird. I guess it’s probably because of the formality because we never address each other like this but here is an open letter to you, my dearest friend. Today I am going to write few of the things that I feel about us, few things that I’ve learned about us and few things that we’ve become. I won’t promise it’s going to be short but.
Poems that refuse to remain within the confines of lines on a page but demand to be taken from the page to the spotlight of the stage. These are poems that come right out of your heart.
Sometimes a toxic person comes in the form of a loved one which is literally the worst kind. These types of people can destroy your life. It doesn’t matter how happy you are if you are surrounded with toxic people you are never going to reach your full potential.
A hobby is basically an activity you do in your leisure time. They can be anything from painting, playing basketball or even gardening. It is something that relaxes you, helps you be calm and have a particular amount of time dedicated to yourself.
Picture 11:03 pm on the clock, everyone asleep or at least trying to sleep. There are a couple of books stacked on the right side of your table, a laptop open with music playing in a single window and your subject notes assembled on the other.