I used to write about the stars, and people forget about the scars. Because with dreams we feel secure, and escaping seemed like the cure. I was speaking about the sun, to hide the truth of the waning fun. I think the past was about hiding, hiding the pains which until now sting. When everybody […]Read More 70. We leave those metaphors.
Everything seemed to be waning, and I feel like I’m failing. There’s always a thought of going back, but that’s not the properly life hack. The fields were rich and growing, even if each day was tiring. Yet I chose to travel away, because the toiling was so hard for me to stay. Until such […]Read More 59. The flowers bloom slowly.