The search. The struggle to stay awake long enough to be human, to be alive. I wish to travel and see the world. I wish to see what’s been left behind for us to admire. Starting and starting again. It’s all of use to me in many ways. It matters and it doesn’t. These words like yesterday’s but different. Lift my lids (or is it my spirits) so that I may travel. So that I might breathe fresh air and admire my history. Sleep it stops me short-
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This was such an evocative piece, Daffni. A deceptively simple write-up that for some reason, tugs at my heartstrings. Looking forward to reading more from you.
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Thank you goodness, it means so much that it tugged your heart strings.
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The pleasure’s mine. ❤
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It matters and it doesn’t matter.yes,!!!
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lol the weird place in the middle somewhere.
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This was really relatable to me. You have the most expressive way of giving words to emotions without actually coming out and saying it.
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Thank you so much. I’m so glad you could relate.
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Lethargy can be so soul destroying!
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indeed
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