When writing had been an escape route when everything just go feels too heavy and empty when the world starts to be cruel again. When everything about me seems so invalidated; when everything starts to crumble again.
Writing is something that I could run to but things sometimes just get too heavy that you wanna do it but you can't do it anymore; that you wanna do it but have something to focus on.
In this imagination of picturesque perfect work of world, it's shattering me down again in pieces. Please be as beautiful as you were before and let me see the beauty I start to admire and love.
-shsss.