We report: evening, a drizzle. Even through the light rain, this sunset seems remarkably late in the day, now that April is coming to a close. The clouds are pooling overhead, but many parts of the sky remain clear. A blackbird hops around, cheerful trills in the dying light.
honestly my life is hard and probably it will be more difficult in the coming months, sometimes i listen to a song or eat something i like to make myself happy, at least this is what i can do for myself
i do not have a love language after all, everything that comes to you from me flows through my love, entirely, and it keeps sprouting up somewhere between you and me