Time goes by, and in the smoky snake we see the trajectory of our desired lives, a vision we are yet to unlock. The vision dissolves in a minute in our minds, replaced by muffled curses from those who won’t let us outgrow them.
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the art of mending a heart
My teen years were my most fruitful years for writing. Too bad it was all wasted on a melancholy I cannot return to anymore.
picture this
My life would be so full of art and romance. Everything would be romantic, and the walks along the beach in those rain boots (because it’s always a chilly fall day – no summer in my perfect scenario, sorry), and a nice warm cardigan would be a must!
on the threshold
What do you think humans, an evolving part of nature, witnessed that was so incredible they reached for the divine to explain it? What was the first thing that inspired mystery?
My Little Hawk 