I am Melancholy, a wanderer through the valleys of sorrow and the peaks of fleeting joy. I observe, I feel, I write. Your presence is a whisper in my quiet world, I hope it brings the colors I can no longer create.
I am Melancholy, a wanderer through the valleys of sorrow and the peaks of fleeting joy. I observe, I feel, I write. Your presence is a whisper in my quiet world, I hope it brings the colors I can no longer create.