you can let it go, you don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up 🤍
"I'm not totally mad at you. I'm just sad. You're all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside." - Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood sometimes i dream a lucid dream carrying all the worries i have with me and you should know that home doesn't feel like home until you come come to my world with rays of sunshine and white bougainvillea in your hands those stepping stones you walked the breath you hold all these times i can guess all your nights spent alone were as grey as mine all the fight you fought made you fearless with time you must have felt like someone who's not loved by as a child longing for that one ray of light and then suddenly disappearing into the dark trying to escape the home that never felt like one making up a world inside your mind where you lay under the tranquil azure sky cumulus cloud spreading by in your mind with memories