Alone, but not lonely. Solitude somehow, is a bliss.
If life is a question mark, then you, my love, are the proud and bold period that is typed with certainty.
Been a while. Do I sense goodbye?
Is it my logic?
Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility
It’s not just a screen but a happy machine
When your head wanders during traffic.
Speak your twisted mind. I’ll understand.