22/07/2020
There is only one door that you can open and beyond its rusty, yet delicate handle, you might find yourself lonelier than you thought you were. And you press it down, push it with thirst, to discover how more lonelier you can become. Behind this door, there is a small garden, circular. You look above to see the sky, the hope that its vastness will comfort your solitary condition. [ 191 more words ]
There is only one door that you can open and beyond its rusty, yet delicate handle, you might find yourself lonelier than you thought you were. And you press it down, push it with thirst, to discov…