"In the city, on the park bench In the middle of the pourin' rain" _lana del ray
November rain has come and the leaves have fallen. Nostalgia in green and brown colour crush under my naked feet. The pink umbrella above me reminds the warmth of a hug I long around the melanchol chill of the breezes: dark and sad. Charu | 28.11.2017
The fact that I belong to a psychologically bankrupted generation. Charu
We have begun to overlook the importance and necessity of being alone. The balance between solitude and encounter, between being alone and being with others, is necessary for people to truly experience the depths of life in all its beauty and radiance.
“I’ve been here before
I’ve seen this room and I’ve walked this floor
You know, I used to live alone before I knew ya”
The loneliness which I rejoice when I feel I have nothing I could call my own, but the expensive cloths in my drawer ♡