Sometimes, I sprint on the path like an unnatural wind that throws me off balance. And then I get nowhere. So, I have to sit and breathe, while I still reverberate inside. Yet, as a dear friend* once said, “Even nowhere is also now here.”
Sometimes, I sprint on the path like an unnatural wind that throws me off balance. And then I get nowhere. So, I have to sit and breathe, while I still reverberate inside. Yet, as a dear friend* once said, “Even nowhere is also now here.”
An overthinking human who writes to make room in her mind and peace in our hearts. Art and words are my love letters to the world.