I'm afraid of death, illness and not being able to read books. I am a hard green apple that delivers just the right amount of sweetness and sourness when bitten. I am black and white, but sometimes I enter a gray fog, where I rest, without extremes. In my heart I am spring, in my head I am autumn. I am the beloved number eight.

I'm afraid of death, illness and not being able to read books. I am a hard green apple that delivers just the right amount of sweetness and sourness when bitten. I am black and white, but sometimes I enter a gray fog, where I rest, without extremes. In my heart I am spring, in my head I am autumn. I am the beloved number eight.