I went into the garden and, overcome with emotion, picked a few red roses. Their deep color did not match the gray scenery caused by the riot in the country. I carved my name in the sand, hoping that the wind would not blow the letters away. How foolish of me-in these times, you can't trust nobody. The ubiquitous chaos took everything from us.

Spread love, make it contagious ╰(*°▽°*)╯