I am waiting. Waiting for fruits to ripe, waiting for flowers to blossom, waiting for a heavy rain, waiting for spring to come, waiting for the sunshine, waiting for my mom to get very pissed and kick me out of the bed. I am waiting. Waiting for the water to boil, waiting for my tea… Continue reading It’s not started yet. It never will.
When your wool doesn't match the right needle... Ever since I was a little girl, I've always believed that the golden rule of being in any kind of relationship is to keep the most important thing to oneself. If I don't point out the mistakes, if I don't reveal my true feeling, or if… Continue reading An intricate yarn.