I’ll be sincere. This morning my mind is empty. I’ve searched every corner looking for something to write about, but nothing. Sometimes, in the dusty place between some memories, I think I’ve seen something good enough, but it vanished as soon as I cast a light on it.
One Apple A Day #398
One Apple A Day #398
One Apple A Day #398
I’ll be sincere. This morning my mind is empty. I’ve searched every corner looking for something to write about, but nothing. Sometimes, in the dusty place between some memories, I think I’ve seen something good enough, but it vanished as soon as I cast a light on it.