I remember being here a long time ago. Times changed. People fade. Stories are complete, yet some are left incomplete. I could never leave here - some stories are hidden behind tiny crevices and I’m just now seeking them.
I remember being here a long time ago. Times changed. People fade. Stories are complete, yet some are left incomplete. I could never leave here - some stories are hidden behind tiny crevices and I’m just now seeking them.
for me its more like the sky is turning more and more greyer every hour until the rain showers pour & m stuck in my room for the next couple of hours :/ (it's pouring here!)