Sometimes I nursed starfish alive in jam jars of seawater and watched them grow back lost arms. On this day, this awful birthday of otherness, my rival, somebody else, I flung the starfish against a stone. Let it perish.

Maybe loosing you was worth the journey, it hurt,I shed tears and asked what I did wrong multiple times but eventually you made a way to meet someone new;thank you for that

The street light is up but no one is here on the corners cause covid got us all in the car.
Or on the parking lot 
Oh we all living by the side of the rode
And moving around fast so nothing gets at us in any way shape or form.

Certain things in life simply have to be experienced -and never explained. Love is such a thing.

Written By Paulo Coelho

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