there are a total of 7 drafts in my blog dashboard right now.
im hesitating too much these days, and i see a mess in the mirror. i dont feel right. but i hope that you are alright.

when i close my eyes i see a boy, sevenish, eightish or so, without a face. he was pulling out the flowers from the ground, pulled them to inspect them closely, to breathe in their faint scent. but his hands were little, he could not hold more, the rest fell to the ground. he was so carefree, so spirited.