There’s allot to say. Allot to think about. Allot to write. I don’t know where to start. I never do. But that’s okay. sometimes things ment-to-be just happen, and then, they are!
It’s hard for me to take action and responsibility for my near future… I know what it should look like … I can envision my broad future anytime needed… thus I don’t know what today and tomorrow withholds. There are so many moments
of nostalgia I have felt. so many moments
of pain I had to endure. so many moments
of regret and giving up entirely.
The days are getting colder, the cold wind brushes through the empty streets while the silence inside one’s head grows louder day by day. I imagine the state currently, like the feeling of a once colorful leaf gives you, while its falling of a nearly naked tree… Slowly drifting to the ground. When the naturally crafted material hits the asphalt, it doesn’t make no noise … It rather accepts its destiny to not be strong enough anymore; rather accepting having the wind overtake power of time after such long time of resistance. The last few seconds it still recalls the joyful moments of nostalgia, as it could be part of many more of the same creation, gliding through the air or resting at a calm ease.