"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings." Anaïs Nin
It became really easy to lose yourself. We live in a world where people are constantly telling you that you can't be who you want to be, no matter how much you tried. In fact, the only way to stay sane is to surround yourself with the people who cares and do the things you want to do, without giving a fuck about what other people think.
Until most recently, life have been a struggle. Closest friends suddenly became strangers on the streets; their thoughts are things that I could not interpret, things that I could not understand. As I tried to grasp onto details of things, they slip out of reach and turns into a blur.
Somehow everything went exactly back to the way it was, as if it was undisturbed and left in peace.
I closed my eyes. Not all hope is lost.