And just like that, 2022 ended right when rain comforts you the most and the touch of sun rays feel strange. Sorely, serenely, delightfully. In a blink of an eye, a lot changes. Feelings that once familiar, fade and becoming distant. Some stories end, some into the new beginnings. New books, new hair-cut, new paints, new year. Still, there are things that stay the same no matter how many years have passed. Is it because I’m getting older, suddenly living alone feel quite romantic to me. Pile of dishes, the smell of washed laundry, wet napkins, food that rots faster than ever, purring cats on rainy days, run out spices.. I tend to forget the beauty in small things as life gets harder. I’ve come to realization that being a grown woman, fighting each day to fulfill my dreams is alluring, yet frightening. Living alone means that I make my own rules. And soon, my mother’s scolding is no longer the reason for me to clean up. But when the petal of roses on glass vase begin to fall off, ...
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