Lovesick

entrance

Somehow, I think my life is in between. between of everything. lines. feelings. moments. people. flowers. I think I have drawn a lot of things from me that I had offered to someone - or somebody else.

In retrospect, somehow, maybe this is my closure. A closure for feeling drained, exhausted, tired. tired of loving. tired of waiting.

I write these breakdowns because it pertains art and I have come to a realization that our worlds are far away and that our dimension are distanced.

Our worlds are different, and I think our meeting was just an explosion. It created blasts and utmost destructions, and I was not ready for your take off.

Maybe this suffocation will only last, because you never in my arms in the first place. We were never joined, and it saddens me the most.

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thank you for growing flowers in the saddest parts of me - even though you didn't have the chance to water them.

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✎ AUTHOR'S NOTE ✎

I have written this book because it upholds a lot of emotions I had from my hiatus. This is a contemplation of the things I have felt, realized, experienced, and learned. This book holds a lot of hidden and unsaid things that are really close in my heart. In general, this book is one of my treasured. I know that I explain this right now as vague and broad, but I hope you can understand why I wrote oceans when some of you can just see seas. I hope as you expand, as you venture this book, you understand it step-by-step what I was feeling and felt.

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to my dearest followers, thank you for waiting for me. I have been raised from the dead.