Yuna Fujisaki ★
As the moon casts its silvery glow on my desk, I feel the weight of my pencil, the pressure of the paper beneath my fingers. I am fully alive in these moments, connected to the universe, to the pulse of creation.
As the moon casts its silvery glow on my desk, I feel the weight of my pencil, the pressure of the paper beneath my fingers. I am fully alive in these moments, connected to the universe, to the pulse of creation.