Dear diary,
I'm here at the rooftop, when the sun meets the ground the skies turn into warm orange gradients, it seems famillar yet it felt like the first time seeing this kind of scenery. But somehow I felt comfort.
elysian
YOU ARE READING
Keeping my eyes closed
Roman d'amour"ɪ ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴍᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ". ᴅᴀᴛᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ: ᴍᴀʏ 30 2019
