There is nothingin this corona-world to do, and I lock myself in a messed up room, sit by the lonely window with my crowded mindof all the troubles, and there I fall, into the tone of wind, the rustling of leaves,the dance of trees, the songs of birds, t Read More...
This is not lonelinessbut solitude.These are not tearsbut life-giving rain.This is not nightbut knight.When these weedsare not just trashbut armour of environment,why should I feelso worthless?I should not. -Sanna Wren Read More...
