feel like writing. it's been a while. those sleepless nights do that to you. they bring up everything that's been hidden away, swept under the carpet, long lost, well forgotten. they remind you why you drink that one glass of wine too much, why you hate weddings and, at the end, why you love life. they whisper in your ear that you're only human and oh so fragile.
and suddenly, while listening those birds outside the window and watching the sun rising up at 4am, you realize that it's alright to be confused and in between and not on the top of everything. there is that short moment when your head is empty and you feel like being very graceful to yourself
and you do that. full on.
because you know that tomorrow's a brand new day when life is going to happen again.
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