Whitewashed walls and an iron bed in the corner breathed heavily under the wool of a blanket over a blanket over the sheets, covering a body.
Part I: Nutrients
Quench the thirst for scattered memories on the merciless waves of tearful drops, refusing to dry out
Waiting for the green light, every night at nine, exhaustion and excitement all at once - a joke, as black as the screen.
When i wanted a question the tension would rise...
The challenge will be skipped in turns...
We evolve together through mutual effort in search of a better world. Don't you want to participate?