This morning, I sat under a tree and let the rain wash over me. The sky is heavy, but I don’t mind. I don’t want to know what comes next. I just want to know if the silence will ever stop.
Day 11
This morning, I sat under a tree and let the rain wash over me. The sky is heavy, but I don’t mind. I don’t want to know what comes next. I just want to know if the silence will ever stop.