Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Like that of an indecision.

When are you coming back 
to the place we've never been to?
When do you intend to to give back 
the memories we've never shared?
When can you fly me 
to the past where we first met?

When are you ready to defy the odds?
Aren't we supposed to become the 
less elaborate version of ourselves?
When do I stop?

-E💬
11.26.14

p.s
Is it too late for me to learn Calligraphy?

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