supernova

Waiting for the slightest kiss of summer...

The Earth is like a grand book that holds every story imaginable.

how does it feel when you cry?

War is sweet to those who have not fought.

A childhood memory.

"I didn’t care about what it was. I didn’t care if it would hurt me. My curiosity overthrew my fear. My hope overthrew my past. It was a new beginning; at least it could be."

An author? Me? Let's see!

A childhood memory.

Waiting for the slightest kiss of summer...