Journey of Life


I travel with a bag of dreams having hopes, gaining that strange expectations with all my hopes on that one dream, I don’t believe life is going to be so soft on me but I want it to be. There were thorns on my road but I still managed to go through it, I had fake peoples having dark souls in them, who were stabbing me every time but hiding my wounds I still managed and walk through the road wearing that Guy Fawkes mask which was hiding the sorrow on my face very well