My little room.
My box of confidence.
My treehouse.
My hideout.
My hideout.
My playhouse.
My attic.
My secret door.
My friend.
My meadow.
My happy place.
My happy place.
My field.
My standalone tree.
My peace.
My peace.
My swing.
My hammock.
My trampoline.
My toys.
My fantasy.
My mind.
My heart.
My sanity.
My calm.
My security.
My safety bubble.
My alone-time.
My world.
My self-belonging.
My walls.
My antidote.
My walls.
My antidote.
My sanctuary.
They all fall down.
I am crushed.
4 echoed:
i'll just sit right here and say nothing :)
there are not many people who know how to do that well. i'm glad you know silence is usually the best comfort to offer. thank you, my friend =)
i think you may have cheered me up a little!
"not in doing what you like best, in liking what you do is the secret of happiness."
ah, that's helpful. i'll ponder upon it.
thank you, noser.
Post a Comment