❤
"My favourite thing
is to go where
I've never been."
- Diane Arbus
❤
just nice, she thought, the rain falls on a lonely night to bid me into sleep's cold embrace. somehow it's nicer in a sad way to lie in bed listening to the raindrops pitter patter outside. overwhelming loneliness envelopes like a thick blanket. the rain gets louder, and she feels smaller. hers is a tragic tale; she met with a tragic beginning.
...
a wild flower dies
where it blooms
so let me be
a wild flower
its death shall be
the fading of beauty
-suchoon mo