It helped me relax. A small theory is that people observe the colors of a day only at its beginning and its end. But to me it's quite clear that a day merge through a multitude of shades and intonations with each passing moment. A single heart can consist of thousand different colors. Waxy yellows clouds by blues murky darknesses. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them as I have been alluding to. My one saving grace is distraction. It keeps me sane
Hi. This is such a beautiful extract and very, very poetic. Yeah, it's it's hard hitting as well. Thank you so much for sharing this. Really really loved listening to it
