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Time.
Post from the past 2. Time is such an illusion tricking us into rushing through life, thinking we need to reach our destination before we run out of it. It either goes too fast when we enjoy something or moves slowly away when we anticipate an event we wait so eagerly for, and it’s all because time constructs in a way that it feels rigid if we live with the norm of how society has been creating time to enforce our lives. Every moment consists of seconds and minutes, and yet we never fully remember the whole day. There’re always fragments in our memories of what people said and did…
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I have myself.
Post from the past 1. I don’t want to keep running in a circle or drowsy, waiting for someone to sweep me off my feet. Yeah, I’m tired of searching for gold at the end of the rainbow and hunting for an elusive love that always slips through the gap between my heart and mind. The abyss of my longing is now flowing like a river out to the big sea, and I’m leaving its shore under the sunset at the end of my craving for a relationship that will last forever. Because love came and you run for life, I’m left alone. I have come to learn that even…
"Perhaps the butterfly is proof that you can go through a great deal of darkness and still become something beautiful."
