I drink my mint tea in the comfort of my room, enjoying the temporary tranquility of nothingness. There is an absence of people, of things, of stress and desires. I sip the hot water and plunge into an inner debate about why the world works the way it does.
Wrinkly soul
Wrinkly soul
Wrinkly soul
I drink my mint tea in the comfort of my room, enjoying the temporary tranquility of nothingness. There is an absence of people, of things, of stress and desires. I sip the hot water and plunge into an inner debate about why the world works the way it does.