It's... So Calm

When batista is making you coffee, you don't have much choice but to look at how textures of wood and stone collide, leaving only everlasting whiteness.

I miss winter.

Waiting at postal office and this is an amphitheater.

Once I've dreamed of endless building made of metal. I couldn't see it's beginning nor it's end, only yellow metal and rust.

I met it today.

Memory of leaves trying to escape from the Iron grips.

It feels as if centuries passed.

Got shadowbanned on side blog. Haven't thought it would happen but here we are

My mom's cactus as a treat :D

She's much better with plants then me.

Is it... Looking at me?

Walk in the park