As 2017 is fast approaching its curtain call, I may recall some moments (basically in which I ranted and raved) which broke and made me whole again.
Distant birthday songs blasted through the speakers as I trudged along to work, and I remember... It'll be three weeks to go before I turn a year older.
Where were you when I needed you the most?
I'm slowly letting things unravel, rather than chasing after it.
The thing is, I had a million words to say.
I am like Alice, and this rite of passage has been my twisted kind of Wonderland.
I could write about blue skies, getting palpitations when drinking coffee, or even gushing over Korean stars, but I couldn't.