I like feeling it but seems ephemeral like a cloud that hasn’t yet formed. Just a hint. A sip.
Nancy
It is hard to be calm now, but the snow keeps falling on heavy and light hearts alike, even as it feels like you have to pull your heart up for every breath.
Are you kidding me. Where? In what world? Certainly not this one. When was the last time…but perhaps that’s the point. To find a state of calm within a landscape of unrest. Yes. That’s the way. How, though?
…Right. Breathe.
…How, though?
Have I truly forgotten how to breathe?
Fuck’s sake. No wonder.
So what happens next?
There’s the problem. It’s always what next, what next, what next.
…But really, what?
Lady Courtaire
Calm… sounds surprisingly like a clam, doesn’t it? A calm clam, eh~?
What kind of clam would a calm clam would be like? Wouldn’t try to kick you nearly as much!
gllg
Something i stopped bein after my teenage, i think i’ll never be able to be that again until my own death, if btw someday i’ll day, because for the moment i feel like i’m gonna live foreeeeeeeeeeeverr so yeah man, chillax about it
Amiran
i was very calm after the news of getting my result and unexpectedly i woke up and realised that it was just a dream. the result wasnt released yet and i was happy but then my friend called me to
Sumedh
The mornings are quiet, before the motorcycles start their whining approaches to their work days – carrying children to school or making deliveries. Only the birds herald the dawn with their song and the cicadas start their songs.
Soft power.
I like feeling it but seems ephemeral like a cloud that hasn’t yet formed. Just a hint. A sip.
It is hard to be calm now, but the snow keeps falling on heavy and light hearts alike, even as it feels like you have to pull your heart up for every breath.
Are you kidding me. Where? In what world? Certainly not this one. When was the last time…but perhaps that’s the point. To find a state of calm within a landscape of unrest. Yes. That’s the way. How, though?
…Right. Breathe.
…How, though?
Have I truly forgotten how to breathe?
Fuck’s sake. No wonder.
So what happens next?
There’s the problem. It’s always what next, what next, what next.
…But really, what?
Calm… sounds surprisingly like a clam, doesn’t it? A calm clam, eh~?
What kind of clam would a calm clam would be like? Wouldn’t try to kick you nearly as much!
Something i stopped bein after my teenage, i think i’ll never be able to be that again until my own death, if btw someday i’ll day, because for the moment i feel like i’m gonna live foreeeeeeeeeeeverr so yeah man, chillax about it
i was very calm after the news of getting my result and unexpectedly i woke up and realised that it was just a dream. the result wasnt released yet and i was happy but then my friend called me to
The mornings are quiet, before the motorcycles start their whining approaches to their work days – carrying children to school or making deliveries. Only the birds herald the dawn with their song and the cicadas start their songs.