Cemetery deer.
I am nothing without my tea
That's the only thing that makes me get up in the morning
I don't want to wake up if I don't have my tea
If tea didn't exist, I wouldn't exist either
I lost it
I lost it almost 3 years ago and I feel like I can't live without it anymore
I can't live I don't feel like myself
When I was there, I felt something
I felt alive
My friends...
Dear friends...
Little shadows hidden in the dark,
A whisper that echoes softly in my mind
"Airiina"
She is like an open book with no words. So empty, yet still full—almost overflowing...
with sorrow... regret...
and a faint joy, tainted by the hope for happiness.
Like an empty fairy tale with neither a beginning nor an end.