So here I stumble yet again into the life that was meant to be cherished by all. I sometimes wander how it feels like to lessen your burden of emotions onto the shoulders of someone - someone you know that they are the ones who can take it.
There was a time when I penned these words: "How beautiful it is to be loved and how terrible it is not to be loved at all," etched into the annals of time on "4 JUL 2022 AT 18:02." It's a sentiment that has stayed with me, a reminder of the perpetual evolution of thought. 583 days have passed since then, yet life remains much the same, a constant amidst the ebb and flow of existence. They say...