The fragrance of the thoughts
flows through the ink on the letter.
The season has returned already.
Love is in the air.
#lovely
Family
Yet again, I woke up to the repititive, terrible dream of my family dieing and me witnessing their death helplessly. Though, psychologically, it represents not the actual death but our perspective or emotions towards us and is a part of our subconscious mind, yet it shakes my conscious mind terribly.
Friends
They are there for you.
Not only when it’s up,
but when it’s down, then too.
They are the trophy cup
that life awards to you.