Beyond the Indian hamlet, upon a forlorn strand, I happened on a trail of recent footprints.
History admits no rules; only outcomes.
The song instantly insisted it'd never existed.
I wonder how many years Suga has been carrying his curse around with him. I forget that other people in the world have broken parts too.
The truth of a myth...is not in its words but its patterns.
My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?