danielle evering

Love, to understand is perfect

In August, I was sitting on the soft summer wind, basking in the endless cicadas, my heart was dyed with the flowers of the season, according to the light time, guarding a quiet beauty in the depths of my heart, watching the wind and clouds lightly. go. Because I know, whether I close my eyes or stare, I have pictures in my eyes and scenes in my heart. Because I know that no matter how heavy or light I am along the way, I am grateful for life and life.