In the house called “my mind,” there's a door that leads to a room filled with colourful and blooming flowers, butterflies too. It was last opened when I was 14. I wanted to go there again— but I just realized I lost the key.
In the house called “my mind,” there's a door that leads to a room filled with colourful and blooming flowers, butterflies too. It was last opened when I was 14. I wanted to go there again— but I just realized I lost the key.