ree's diary

the wistful gaze at the symphony of colors in the sky, the idle sound of unsaid thoughts that pines to be said aloud, and the dull tinge of jealousy when referred to as a human diary.

so much of our hearts are worn out by despair, hate, and grief. it ploddingly becomes a heavy burden as it repeatedly shed those tattered and fordone layers, making it challenging to wear our hearts on our sleeves.