i m i s s h e r . . .
i don't know.
yet when the air is really gone, you bitterly realize - oh.. i cant breathe !!
my mind is temporarily blank. but i see butterflies ..............
"that's so you - so cute, so minimal"
is it what i'm establishing a ''me''? my own version of the only me?
just a thought
anw, we can be influenced and very much inspired by the people and things around us, but what speaks loudest is the tonality echoes from our own-est, truest self.
i do believe so.
and somewhat im happy and a bit proud that at least, my friends are recognizing me as the way I am being, now.
* * *
mộc mạc & giản dị .
sesame seed .