[ryuurui]

You know, I once wrote:

Out in a wild on a winter day
Wrapped in a coat of memories
Between a day and a stealth of night
Wondering which path leads home
Tea made of strange green leafs
Warmth of the future’s chime
Innocent snow covers the door
Like melody of things undone
I am sitting on a wooden bench
Dreaming of what is to come


It is good to pause and reflect. Without it we may make the same mistakes. But whatever happens I cannot resist the itch of opening the next door. It brings me power. With trust is like with love. It fucking hurts but its worth it, and you won't find it sitting on that bench forever.