Where do I even begin?
The sudden urge of writing things down in the middle of the night, after all the complex feelings have been washed away, I have finally started finding serenity in myself. No better time to start a memoir on the journeys I've been through last year before my brain decides to completely abandon them.
Six months in total, doesn't sound that long but enough for me to call it a remarkable chapter.
The sudden urge of writing things down in the middle of the night, after all the complex feelings have been washed away, I have finally started finding serenity in myself. No better time to start a memoir on the journeys I've been through last year before my brain decides to completely abandon them.
Six months in total, doesn't sound that long but enough for me to call it a remarkable chapter.
the first night perhaps
or that tingly feeling of a fresh new start
something sweet
fresh bedsheets
lots of nature
Might have left a piece of myself there, and it will always remain in that same place.
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