Loneliness

Bad weather. It’s cold, raining. I don’t like this. Everywhere is fog. Alone trees are so sad… I also get sad…

Trees

“Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.” Kahlil Gibran Sometimes, I need to stay “outside“. Think. About everything. Sometimes, I need to don’t think. Be free. But sometimes, I’m so lonely. Only with myself. My thought.Β