It is December 12, 2022 morning. Hearing sound of thunders as rain drops wet any surfaces it touches. A moment of clarity surfaces, bearing neither bad nor good news. The distance between two minds slowly turns into barriers. Now the colorful conversation is quietly fading to black.
Series of Dreams
Sometimes it feels that my life is just a series of dreams, one after another. My dreams felt so real and made more sense than my waking life at times.
Maybe I long for something out of reach.