Behind the bed there was a very narrow space like three feet length ig,
growing up tht was always my safe space , my comfort space, space to survive; all tht , evrything here, can’t express in words how much it helped me to live in moments of extreme helplessness when I had none 🙂
Well btwv did I even ever had anyone 🙂 anyways years have gone by and now at this age too it’s still the place tht keeps me going
Today just ya I’m crying and I’m obviously back here , I S totally dark , there are mosquies, the house is full of noise , full chaos but ya I’m just here in my three feet space ( well I don’t even owe this much space here) nothing is mine, I’m just borrowing this space to keep myself alive some more
Sleeping in ground in total darkness helps
ରାଈ🦩 