You can correct a wise person, but an unwise person is already correct.
His thoughts were now racing faster and louder than ever, bringing him back to the brink of the same overflowing well. He thought how lost he was, with success in pockets. Grandeur rooted deep into an emptiness, a hollow happiness, he exhaled.
Yet another smile that I hadn’t seen in days, that I so longed for. Another ray of hope, striving to make it better. But even before I could express my feelings, I was pushed into another set of hands
