Kuvagalleria
Note to Self
LIfe Is a Paradox (true nature)
The other day I noticed that silence was really loud. It was one of those days, when even plants were crying. But each tear told a story that needed to be heard. So I listened.
The other day I noticed that silence was really loud. It was one of those days, when even plants were crying. But each tear told a story that needed to be heard. So I listened.