Saerin
Art
Writing
Bitting my finger nails
Now I’m tired / I feel lonely I’m staring at the mornitor / without a breathe / one piece of music came to me and whisper, / but I can’t understand what its talking about I fee…
Now I’m tired / I feel lonely I’m staring at the mornitor / without a breathe / one piece of music came to me and whisper, / but I can’t understand what its talking about I fee…
