It doesn't matter the thickness or the material of the suitcase.It's very important, almost vital, the content doesn't escape from there.
I could feel like ...
... like in a rainy day, under the warm duvet, peaceful and comfortable, but if you only think to get out of it, everything gets cold and fragile.
YOU ARE READING
The girl with the suitcase
General FictionThis is not a story. This is my story. Well.. it's me, my thoughts, my feelings, my life. It's me going around with my little suitcase full of things. I have never learned how to externalise my feelings, so I wrote about them. Enjoy • Daisy •
