The night after you told me you loved the pressed flower in my journal. The night after i lost my trunk of letters.
The night after is a collection of thoughts that spiralled through all the little corners of my brain after i finally shed skin to let new light enter. Snippets of the past- a boomerang that hits you every now and then. But this growing feeling is not just a fleeting moment and i want to encapsulate it in all my poetries. Your first love, your first heartbreak, the night after always brings quivering voices. The night after also brings you learning, and growth. A new perspective. Multiple new perspectives.
The night after you told me you loved the pressed flower in my journal. The night after i lost my trunk of letters. I knew there was hope. Dear reader, there's always hope. Just leave the door open.
The night after you told me you loved the pressed flower in my journal. The night after i lost my trunk of letters.
The night after is a collection of thoughts that spiralled through all the little corners of my brain after i finally shed skin to let new light enter. Snippets of the past- a boomerang that hits you every now and then. But this growing feeling is not just a fleeting moment and i want to encapsulate it in all my poetries. Your first love, your first heartbreak, the night after always brings quivering voices. The night after also brings you learning, and growth. A new perspective. Multiple new perspectives.
The night after you told me you loved the pressed flower in my journal. The night after i lost my trunk of letters. I knew there was hope. Dear reader, there's always hope. Just leave the door open.
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