even when the sky has fallen, that trademark smile never left. how could you have done it really? life is hell not a bed of roses and we all know it. those smiles and laughters no longer comfort, i would rather you frown. i rather you wail. i rather you cry.
afterall, no one cant stand that tall and strong all the time.
a candle burns and lights up the dark, till the last inch of its wax is used up. and then pitch darkness sets in once more.
