A Quiet Room
The Study
When I was young, I thought home was four walls. Growing up, I realized home could be a mountain, a sky full of stars, or just the feeling of sitting beside someone you love. Returning to nature, losing yourself in forests and moonlight β that too is a kind of homecoming, back to the dust we came from.
This place is my home too β where I keep the seeds I'm growing, the scars I'm not hiding, and the questions I haven't answered yet. I'm not an expert. I'm a clumsy gardener who loves his crooked trees.
To try
To fail
To learn