An ode to everyone at a battle with mental illness.
The night lights outside of my room, yes outside, in the park, look a lot like a kaleidoscope. A kaleidoscope at pause. Frozen at one certain moment. Yet somehow looks different every night. The lamplights are fixed to the ground, the trees don't move much until necessary, the moonlight changes but it hardly affects the … Continue reading The Frozen Kaleidoscope