Sunshine

Spring has slways been paradoxical to me. Everything is striving for growth while I am extremely lethargic and demotivated. Perhaps because the need for change isn't tangible enough. I'm constantly assaulted by the perfection of spring . I just want to sit and look at the pretty birds.

I set all these formidable goals and forgot that one day , n the long run, I may lose the motivation! I already miss 1395!

One of my favorite things in this entire world will always be family gatherings at my grandparents' . All those familiar and new faces are so precious to my heart. It's weird how time gains authenticity in that magical place.

The rolercoster. Just when you reach that glorious peak of euphoria, starts the descend. Nonetheless, I enjoy it. I absorb every feeling to restructure my soul.

It is confusing to try to move on from something that feels so right. It feels as uatural as trying to peel off your own skin. Every inch of you screams that this is dreadfully wrong.

But you can't escape the inevitable. And I am trying to stay positive about it. But there's no denying it. It's tough.

I need to write more frequently. I was fine last week. It felt like I had everything under control. I was living my life. It was probably the most unproductive week ever. But I was feeling alright.

Now it seems like I'm losing my grip. I'm trying to be realistic and understand that there's a high possibility that this shit won't work out.

storm's coming. I can feel it in my soul. The wind is strengthening and the floor is starting to shake. My world is about to become upside down.

It will pass. But I wonder how many nights am I supposed to glance at the moon without enlightenment.