Would you like us to burn in the summer heat, blossom like the tulips in spring? Or would you like us to be as clear as the winter's ice, fall like the leaves in autumn?
Turn on the night lamp and slither in the bed scroll through the apps and let your lethargy extend Don't worry about an alarm to tap whether it's day or noon, you are eternally condemned
What am I? A walking collection of slowly fading memories It is certain that I would let all the stories that made me slip by and run far far away and for that I hope that you would do me a favor : Would you please remember me ?