The power of handwritten words

I’ve been lost in the sea of memories
I’m starting to forget how to be a creator
Not the nostalgist, who I am now.

Maybe one day my heart wouldn’t be so full of grief and pain.

I hope

And now
I am turning the next page of my diary…
Today.
It’s 21 of January
I am still drowning.

See you tomorrow,
My life, the black blanket.


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