Standing in the meadow of memories, each flower a stream of nostalgia.
Some are flourishing, while some are slowly dying, and others are budding new experiences that have yet to come.
YOU ARE READING
Eunoia
Poetry{ONGOING} Poetry from the mending mind ❝I am soft again, there is water and it surrounds me, there is feeling and I can feel it, I am awake and alive and swollen and heavy with love, I am changing and I am loving change.❞ © AVA
