A handful of small white fluffy clouds were slowing crossing the sky. It was a hot summer day, mid-August. Everyone he knew was on holiday. Most of his friends, they think that going a few miles away will save them from their routine, will give them peace and happiness. But they forgot to leave themselves behind so they kept carrying with them their pains, fears and lies. And like every previous year, once back they discovered that nothing changed and they found someone or something else to blame.
One Apple A Day #102
One Apple A Day #102
One Apple A Day #102
A handful of small white fluffy clouds were slowing crossing the sky. It was a hot summer day, mid-August. Everyone he knew was on holiday. Most of his friends, they think that going a few miles away will save them from their routine, will give them peace and happiness. But they forgot to leave themselves behind so they kept carrying with them their pains, fears and lies. And like every previous year, once back they discovered that nothing changed and they found someone or something else to blame.