When you bought something from your hard work like a new house, shoes, or an ice scream despite the troubles you had that nobody knows. When you laugh at your friends' jokes until you’re out of breath. When even voices in your head couldn’t wake you up from your sweetest dreams. When a fried egg and noodles with rice can become the best dinner…
That's when you'll know you won't cry anymore and wish for better days. You wouldn’t ask for anything anymore because you are content. You are happy. You are loved. Perhaps not by others, but by yourself. And you can do it now. Also, if nobody has told this to you yet, then let me be the first. I love you.
I love you.
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Burning Home
Poesía[ a poetry collection about grieving and becoming. ] I wish for the day when flowers no longer sink in water. When their eyes gaze not ignominy but proud; even dust can be seen as gold. And exhaustion feels rewarding.
