At a moonlit wood where the path seemed to move, the smallest thing was a silver leaf. He thought of a song heard once in childhood and never forgotten and saw how easily a whole life can turn around one private realization: wonder asks us to lose our certainty before it gives
IB wish but I donโt aIut I wish it was grass
A lay on the couch because my room feels more suffocating than safe
fnd I know you hate me, too
ills with the word โdisgustingโ
II believe that everything that falls into our hands should be treated gently, as a gift that needs to be cherished. To enjoy it, enjoy the moment, be grateful for every second of it.t could have been beautiful and not that painful and heartbreaking. It could have lasted..