19/06/2025
Somewhere in California.
Every peace of place I miss, those are not hunting me but to remind me I once felt deeply. Now I find myself distant from everything I had, as if life has folded me into a quiet exile. And, that's beauty of this life I guess- I'm growing and unfold the meaning of every existence.
One day, my name will be a memory, my voice an echo. So, need to make sure the story I leave in vain. Behind is one of courage, of love, and of living fully.
Trying to live today so that tomorrow never haunts me. To be kinder and To be better as a human-not flawless, but more present. This trek feels endless on this earth, so I choose to keep walking. And if this is how I die someday-with question unanswered and unreturned affection-then let it be known.
I do not want to live a life when I think I am someone else.
