This time last year, I wrote haikus out of restlessness and weariness of the heart.
Just a little rant while being under the weather...
How ironic is it that waiting is both for and against time. We wait for time, but also run out of it as we do so.
Sometimes, it is those little things we usually ignore or fail to notice that can bring wonders in our lives.
Turning 24 isn’t like any other birthdays we have in a lifetime.
The sunset speaks of a different story.
Have you ever felt so excited over something (like a plan or an event) that it makes you worry it will turn out to be a frustration in the end?
"All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way." – Leo Tolstoy
Picking up my shattered pieces, broken piece by broken piece...