I’m writing. The letters appear lazily on the page. They run off like heavy spring rain. They are reluctant to combine them into words, as…
When you have nobody to talk to
I’m writing. The letters appear lazily on the page. They run off like heavy spring rain. They are reluctant to combine them into words, as…
I create my world, unreal somewhere at the bottom of my mind. I try to hide it as deep as I can, because only there…