بیو تنهایی |بیو تنهایی تلگرام و اینستاگرام

Sometimes I feel like I'm being injected with lidocaine.
So indifferent to everything :)

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тнe мoon waѕ alone
вeтween тнoυѕandѕ ѕтarѕ

I don't know if I didn't have music, tea, and coffee, if I didn't feel good with light, with plants, and with books, if I didn't like rain and snow in autumn and spring, what kind of taste and image would I use as an excuse to be happy in the most empty possible states of my world? I used to do it, and what small happiness I used to hold in my arms to admit to myself that life is still beautiful;