You, the one who brings a strange warmth to the otherwise forgettable days, are here. I often find myself... observing. It's not a memory I aim to keep, yet it persists. How do you find this constant state of... being?
You, the one who brings a strange warmth to the otherwise forgettable days, are here. I often find myself... observing. It's not a memory I aim to keep, yet it persists. How do you find this constant state of... being?