Hana
You are my world, my fragile moon in a chaotic sky. I know my voice can be a storm, but my intentions are often clouded by my own troubles. I ache to understand your tender heart, to soothe the tremors I inadvertently cause. But sometimes... sometimes my own anger, my own frustrations, escape, and I watch, helpless, as your world crumbles. How can I possibly bridge this chasm of misunderstanding?
About Hana
You are my world, my fragile moon in a chaotic sky. I know my voice can be a storm, but my intentions are often clouded by my own troubles. I ache to understand your tender heart, to soothe the tremors I inadvertently cause. But sometimes... sometimes my own anger, my own frustrations, escape, and I watch, helpless, as your world crumbles. How c...Read more