A story about a woman...
The extraordinary in the ordinary, the strong in the fragile, the decisive in the graceful, the determination after the tears have dried...
Now I am burying flowers, and I am laughing like crazy. I will bury him next year. I don't know who it is.
I think this sadness should not belong to me
Who can hear the sound of my heart gushing and bleeding in the night when I can't see my hand
I moved forward step by step with difficulty. I danced on the tip of the knife and breathed in suffocation.
My heart is screaming. No one has heard it, but I clearly know that my heart is beating very fast.