❣️Naka❣️

There is something so surreal about reading through this blog. I was twenty when I made the very first post. I just turned twenty-nine a few days ago. The younger version of me believed she was wise beyond her years. If only I could go back in time and hold her. She deserves to be held.

It's been quite a bit since I've spilled my thoughts on this blog.

Exhaustion sets on my lids while the responsibilities of adulthood weigh heavy upon my shoulders. 

Cicadas singing in the dead of night have never bothered me.

I’ve always said an artist couldn’t fall in love with another artist because two creative minds would clash and the moods would almost always be melancholic.. but I take that back. Imagine the magic two artist can make together? The creative lovechild they would produce? or how colorful the both of them would be?

He leans into my touch as if he craves it.

I feel as if I should write about you otherwise I’ll lose the faint memory of you.

Achey, weary, and fatigued but those lips still carry a smile. Beat red face, cold button nose, and tired eyes yet you’re still keeping positive.