May 15, 2020
2 min read
The Strange Colours
when home becomes resting place for stories
Before writing this, I took that tube of the hand cream and massaged my fingers, dabbed a bit of lavender oil and thought about that song which makes me feel good because I am feeling too lazy to search the ear buds.
It’s past ten pm here, while brushing my teeth I heard some words, I knew I had to write before I sleep or my night…
