Biro Bela 2 months ago Power is just the quiet art of bleeding beautifully where no one can forgive you
Biro Bela 2 months ago The halo we hide beneath our helm is only the rim of a wound, and every victory is just a louder way of saying we lost ourselves first.
Biro Bela 2 months ago We draw our borders in white so the wound knows where to bleed, yet the eye keeps watching from the corner where we hid the scream.
Biro Bela 2 months ago The Cobra Norway Spruce with its long, weeping branches and spreading green skirt
Biro Bela 2 months ago The worldโs loneliest country, where sheep rule the land amid beautiful landscapes