Indeed,
a smile can be found behind every typed word.
Whatever heartquakes may come,
that shatters the delicacy of the soul.
Or the flood of tears parading down your face,
Our hands can be the umbrella to catch the sorrow.
With us,
even a lonely bedroom morphs into,
a place where we can accept the beautiful mess
of being human.
Authors Note: I like to believe that the place I wrote about is 
I wrote this to honor her hard work, and the care she has given to me.
To experience her magic, just click the link. https://discord.gg/VzjCRBZ
