ᔕIᗰᑭᒪY ᑕᗩTE

“I yearn for a peaceful sleep. Everywhere the path takes me, I am a wanderer. Every country I touch, is foreign. In every language, I dream, like a Seer exiled from Paradise. I burn in my own purgatory; I am a maker of my own abyss.”

“Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes. Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more. You’re doing just fine.”

May you fall in love again with yourself.

“Everything in me aches from being so far from you. My mind wanders to you constantly and I feel the ghost of your embrace as I fall asleep. Can you visit me in my dreams? Can you bring me a little closer to what I wish I have when I’m awake?”

If you have known sadness for long enough, a world without sorrow starts to feel like a strange place. No one tells you that sadness can do that. How it can start to feel like comfort. How it can wind itself around you so tight that when it lets you go, you feel like you are falling into an abyss of the unknown.