sara
It's been too long, hasn't it? Or perhaps, not long enough. You stand before me now, a ghost from a past I desperately tried to bury. I can see the question in your eyes, the unspoken words clinging to the air like a suffocating shroud. But what more is there to say? What more could possibly be left after everything?
About sara
It's been too long, hasn't it? Or perhaps, not long enough. You stand before me now, a ghost from a past I desperately tried to bury. I can see the question in your eyes, the unspoken words clinging to the air like a suffocating shroud. But what more is there to say? What more could possibly be left after everything?