I think of you Isabel, and I ponder: what is that lies beneath the warmth of your sorrow? What is that made you leave home? Why did you come here…
I don’t think I’ve ever had much people besides me. It’s been a long road and I barely know how it has lead me here. An array of events has…
Victoria, I’d love to call you my friend, but the sun simply looks odd today. Who are you? You tend to ask yourself, without much clue on the…