to the starry nights. i have never been this sick before. it is sort of ridiculous that i couldn't bear the pain i am used to. it felt stupid, as i had always lived a life incredibly close to dangerosity and pressures and stress and errors. ain't i supposed to be strong? aint it just nothing but a bit of slap to our lazy asses to make a move and not just sat still watching the sun sets down everyday? doesn't it just a little stroke as a reminder to live out our best, once and only life God has given?
so i wonder, am i good?
am i okay?
am i normal?
am i fine?
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Jardin de Fleurs (Flower Garden)
PoetryA series of unconfessed emotions. Because life is just like a flower garden, it offers various path with their own colours, size, scents, even thistles and thorns. Sometimes we just need to sit, clear our mind a bit and be thankful to God for today'...
