Hey, I hope you're doing good. It's okay to breathe at times when things get hard. I hope you always find yourself picking up the pen you've put on your table. I hope the ink won't dry just because your mind only has empty thoughts, a coalesce of pessimism and grievance. Still, never lose the passion of weaving words because you never know how it gives solace to someone's weary heart.

Smile. We never know what we'll happen on a few ticks of the clock. Never lose hope. Remember, it's only a season. It's not certain.

I am looking forward to your next dreamwoven poetry.

xoxo,
© aubby.krrn

(photo by jinkee; in frame: me)