6/15/18 - intro

I grab myself a cup of tea.

I soak in the scenery from the eyes of a broken child.

I can feel her numb heart banging its head against her chest.

Crying.

Breaking.

Yearning for love.

Is there somebody to love?

Does anyone still know how to?

I take a sip of the hot tea, and it burns my tongue and my vision of little me fades.

Tears start to swell and I am bitter.

I am broken.

All I yearn is to be loved.