Old memories sit like dust on the shelves of my mind, and every time the wind blows, they scatter.
˓ ִֶָ ࣪ 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒍˖ ִֶָ ࣪
Maybe one day the stars will whisper and tell me that I am not alone.
The stars whisper to me that no one is ever alone, even if the world pretends otherwise.