L.I.F.E.

I admit. I confess. I don't know what I am writing. Maybe I don't view life properly. Or maybe feelings' hold is too tight. I think I know life, but I just opened my eyes. And there are still grandparents whose kids were lost in public sight. No, this book isn't written that way, I know you are disappointed. All I thought was that my tongue was twisting every now and then, since that yesterday of last decade. I write things I feel, or things I want to feel. Maybe things you have felt too, or things you will think about the last day of spring. I hope it's not too heavy, but I hope it will touch the right places of your heart, like a bandage or two palms. I really hope you enjoy it, both the good and the shattering parts. Because this is Life dear, and your town made that scratch.

TRIGGER WARNING!!: I write about many parts of life, beautiful and painful ones (loss, abuse, sh). Please read at your own risk!!!