even when everything
says no,
even when reason
has locked the doors,
we plant a seed
of quiet hope,
a fragile pulse
that refuses to be silent.
it rises anyway,
soft as breath,
stubborn as light
through storm clouds.
and against all odds,
against all logic,
it blooms.
i write for those that
who believe
when nothing seems possible.
Trying to hold onto my pocket of calm.
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And at this point Iโm going to lose my mind over the word ASAP. Tight deadlines until December. Bye family trip! ๐ฅฒ
Bitter truth, but sometimes I do feel that people always need and use me for their conveniences. And I always fullfill them, even it costs me my own conveniences and make me survive instead of just live. Work, home and everywhere.