Kids Again

We could be like kids again, chase each other and just play, because life must not be lived in a hard way.
Home the ugly writers

Home

you make my heart feel like a child, like someone who plays in the mud and still be happy of the dirt, like a child who longs for a candy, for something sweet and there’s nobody feels like home except…
the poetess the ugly writers i love you

I’m not saying I love you

we could watch the sun appears in the morning till sunset, we could talk useless stuffs till we get tired and sleep, and we could fight and hug each other in the end