my brain.
all i want is to be understand. all i want is to be accepted for who i am.
a year ago or almost (really not sure), i made this paper flowers and still they are intact and not showing any indication of being ripped except for the dust and the smell of an old paper, of course. that moment i realized that even how fragile things are, if you take good care of them they might last for years or even forever (a bit exaggerated).
freeze it or let it flow like a rushing river. once in every moment i stare on a clock hanging at our office wall. there is 