#moonisalive

Nonetheless, the stars look the same and the Earth moves to the same direction at the same pace even though you can’t feel it, dead flowers have bloomed again and life is showing you just another proof that after every winter, there’s spring, after every moon, there’s sun and after every finish, there’s a start. So you write it on the paths of your breath, every turn you took, every highway of choice, you can’t ever forget, because hide and seek isn’t how you play with the waves of life.

You look at the ID card again. A year ago, there was a woman completely separate from you in the picture, the burned dark ash strands and pits under eyes, but today you know that woman is back at being someone similar to the child who insisted learning how to spell her name at the age of four.