How do we know any of it is real?
The week my father left our home he asked my sibling and I as we stood in front of my them favourite tree if we had ever thought that perhaps none of this is real and we are actually the dream of a tree. Loving these daily words x
I used to think things like that all the time. None of it is really real in a way. And thank you, it's rekindled something. xx
The week my father left our home he asked my sibling and I as we stood in front of my them favourite tree if we had ever thought that perhaps none of this is real and we are actually the dream of a tree. Loving these daily words x
I used to think things like that all the time. None of it is really real in a way. And thank you, it's rekindled something. xx