Sweet words are not enough, they are made of big disappointment. Regret and sadness, and most inportant, loneliness. I can’t seem to trust people anymore, “forever” they say. Sweet melancholy, learning to embrace it (forever)
Feeling trapped in something, I want to be free. I want to get out of this something, to be reborn somewhere else. Somewhere we can undersand our true nature, because that’s all about.
