journal

FROM A DIM CORNER OF MY ROOM🏵

From a dim corner of my room

Days are turning into years and the dust is getting thicker on the front page of my calendar yet the idea of burning it to a new year is still something i am reluctant to do. I could live in a whole new world where change happens and blossoms enchantingly yet somewhere in a dim corner of my room i am still at a year of my life where this life somehow was more than heaps of worries and ugly piles of work and where i knew i could always go back home, leaving everything behind. But calendars cannot stop time and, don't even wan't to go back yet corner and calendar are always going to be a part of my soul that's tainted with nostalgia and shines with some memories long gone.