She loved the sky, all of its tones. But she could rarely watch the sky. As she was having a thick canopy of dense forest
She loved the sky, all of its tones. But she could rarely watch the sky. As she was having a thick canopy of dense forest
I started to feel like I am everywhere while nowhere. I have everything while nothing.. Am I enjoying some state of quantum schizophrenia? I’m trying
No matter how imperfect we are, and unmatching we are I can not give up on you. If you too felt it.. When I saw