Roseline Angelina Black...
One week later,
Life. Such a confusing chain of unexpected happenings and sad encounters, filled with the loss and gain of certain people precious to one.
A black hole containing colourful flushes of swirling colours wrapped in agony and glee the same. Distrustful yet trusted. Uncoordinated yet filled thoroughly and well with events of the unknown.
I've learned that things although difficult as it would seem in ones life, unbearable even. Helps certain things to roll through their lives quite easily in the future.
A finished chapter of ones life help polish the next upcoming one.
If we don't feel/go through something once, how would we know how it's felt by the one been through it? Or how would we know how to behave if it happened again?
We're constantly
