There’s this person, a human, Who wears their flaws and heart in the palm of their hands. There’s this person, a reader, Who finds between yellow pages and wrinkled corners a new life. There’s this person, a writer, Who can say the most beautiful things in their mind but never out loud, But in their fingers they hold a world that is new to everyone, except to them. There’s this person, a dreamer, Someone who is hoping for the best in the worst, Someone who looks at the stars during camping weeks, Someone with a huge heart and a bright mind.
G.Z
Happy Valentine's Day Murray! (x)













