I wish to dream, but I'm not a song
My dears. The past few months were all rocks and thorns. The skies saw a land on fire. The nights listened to silent babies. It's like little people's dreams got stuck in a nightmare, and there's no return ticket to a better day. Voices echoed across the globe, but dark clouds intercepted them mid-air. I wish I were a SONG. It used to be a DREAM of mine. Literally ❝ Lila