Just like the rivers and waterfalls which will not be called as such if it was not for the water flowing through them.
Whenever she feels like running out of things to give, she can always go back to her first love – God, who is the source of everything about her.
When the fragmented parts of you are scattered among the things that you failed to achieve, it’s so hard to see beauty in that.
Clouds don’t run. They pour out the heaviness until they are okay again.