To the person who helped me wake up:

During my short trip to the core, somewhere far, far away to the universe - so close to ourselves, I was about to find more about our existence, and yet I’ve found pieces of myself. I’ll always feel like there’s more to learn, like I can constantly work on myself. There’s one part of me with which I have no idea - what to do. On one hand I know I can decide for myself, on the other hand I can’t do it myself, like I can’t decide for lives of other people. Like I have no idea what are other people thinking. 

If I want to be honest, (lately) I can’t get you out of my head. And I have no idea what to do about that, like - it doesn’t really matter. Believe it or not, you’ve always had an upper hand. (In this game of life, I’ve been more like a pawn or a doll) Maybe - it’s time, but then no one really knows what’s the time, for what. I don’t want to be misunderstood, but then I guess, I’m somehow confusing.

I’m (like) a child, just “tell me, tell me. Tell me a fairytale right before I close my eyes, and write my own.”  (And those dreams I had last year, especially towards the end of it, and that one dream from the time when I was a child.)

And what I’ve realised - I feel like September, but better in my head. Still, I like living here with you being in my life - whatever form you choose to have.