TO THOSE SEARCHING FOR ONE LIKE ONESELF
For the people who learned to make a home out of their own company.
For those who have laughed loudly in rooms where nobody knew they were lonely.
For the ones who have spent years wondering whether there was somewhere, somewhere in this enormous world, where they would not have to explain themselves before being loved.
And for those who are still searching.
Perhaps home was never a place.
Perhaps it was always a person.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
oblivion
RomanceThere are moments when the mind becomes strangely quiet. Not peaceful. Not calm. Quiet in the way a room becomes quiet after someone has closed the door from the outside. You can still hear things, but they seem very far away. A voice calling your n...
