“Melancholy held me hostage, and the bees built a hive of sadness in my soul.”
Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.
A feeling of sadness that only bus stations have.
“Melancholy held me hostage, and the bees built a hive of sadness in my soul.”
Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.
A feeling of sadness that only bus stations have.