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.
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.
Storms, chaos, abyss That was what I thought when you asked me what my thoughts are. Maybe the eye of the storm Is deeply concealed through the endless clutter Even if I tried my best to get it in order. — © 2017