What is it that you expect to get from Christmas? What does Christmas mean to you? Have you ever imagined what happened in the night before the holy birth?
The world isn’t kind. The constant struggle, the brave of heart, are all for nothing but to be left in the dark
What is it like to find that you are not loved even by your most loved one..
A poem for my queen of the night. A mean yet beautiful queen
I was lost in a forest. A thick, green forest. I tried to find my way home. I shouted, “Help! Somebody help me!” for about an hour but nobody came.