Moon Gurung
it is what it is
Moon Gurung
it is what it is
it is what it is
it is what it is
Lost in the forest of her thoughts, her eyes fixated as she gazes out
Silently taking sips from the freshly brewed chamomile tea
Which supposedly would relax her running mind
Taking a slow, deep breath in
Her whirlpool of thoughts start to unwind from their own twists and turns
At this exact moment
She is still, and so is the time
As the world rushes by,
She is in her own...