17 April 2012
There is a little place in the woods where I can hide. I Can read, write, sleep, think, and just do nothing at all. I love this little place. I can get away from the cruel world and bathe in the golden sunlight. Listen to the tiny birds chirping. Sure it's not the best place to exactly hide, but it's my place. And my place alone.
Hiding • Opuss № I