Quickly Ahead
Nov 1 · 1 min read
it was always the slightest breeze that caught my attention.
it was always the slightest thought from me to you; the wind and the air, like your eyes, do I want more or less?
a gentle but brisk indifference, it was always the thought of not giving it your all admist diversity. it brings me back, all the way back; to uncertainty, to chaos, to real, but torn to a million pieces.
shattered and damaged, but moving forward quickly ahead like the wind. it was always the thought, and just a thought, that when the ideal comes crashing down; so does my heart. is…

