Sometimes I can hear the wind blowing inside my head and heart. Everything is a mess and it's impossible to understand from where starting putting everything back together again.
I just need some fresh air to clean up all the dust settled on things.
Nothing can help more than some fresh flowers in my house.
I yearn for some inner peace.
Why flowers have such power?
Maybe they are simply a powerful reminder about how fragile Beauty is.
What are we fighting for?