We, the crusaders

Unfocused eyes often
gave rise to deep rooted thoughts
Being weak in the knees after falling down from my bike
gave rise to an invincible feeling of courage
Listening to songs in a language I don’t speak
gave rise to meaningful nostalgia
Scribbling gibberish and doodling at the back of the notebooks
gave rise to dauntless knowledge
Thinking of infinity
gave rise to a reason as to why nothing ever dies
It is because we possess the ability
to create something as powerful as a future

This is a part of Just Jot it July – MISS LOU ACQUIRING LORE

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