Day 8 of 100 day challenge.
She isn’t a world to be explored in one day,
She doesn’t belong to a coward losing hope,
She isn’t the one who let’s the world decide for her,
Her soul grows on her relationships like a creeper,
Holding them loosely, delicately,yet making it the most beautiful garden in the world,
She knows no alternative to passion,
She survives on fire.
When life gives her thorns,
She takes it,and rolls up her hair with that into a beautiful bun!