achyuth1991:
Old age has a great sense of calm and freedom.
achyuth1991:
innocence
achyuth1991:
My old lady.
achyuth1991:
Wait.
achyuth1991:
give HIM a chance!
achyuth1991:
Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.
achyuth1991:
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.