feeling the consciousness of one's life being awake. looking around the room, around the universe of unspoken sparks and hidden raindrops full of stories. the luck of having the opportunities to experience every single day of the space. so why let the luck slip out? why let the freedom fade away? for what? for giving it to someone else? i had never thought i'd leave it.
but now? that's what i got for you.
i got my freedom just for you.
YOU ARE READING
what i got for you.
Short Storyyou. you make me blindfolded and clear-eyed at the same time.
