Earth and its inhabitants are being disinterred. Disguised as turmoil, the Kali Yuga’s firm grip, not to be splintered.The new earth plane we’ve entered.
I'm tired because I cried for hours and hours and hours last night, tears streaming and soaking my pillow, and I woke with swollen eyes, still feeling sorry for myself, missing my partner, lamenting my children's misfortune, and feeling the depths of depression that have characterized my life ...