My dream, hug me. My temperature so high, so headache, so sore throat so not well. Khansa ... also sick. We are sick. My dream ... hug me. So not well ... hug me. So pain my dream.
I want have something as being my own. If one person, some people or world ignore, neglect, hurt, and break me I will be always have place to heal myself. Writing is homage and sanctuary. It will give me a chance to rest before face the mean world