❁Thoughts of my mind❁ Still don't know my name. Still don't know who I am and what I want. Does the adolescence mean to get lost? Do we have to feel confused when we are searching? We go here, we go there. Trying to solve the puzzle. We collect the pieces of our selves, that we find: In books, in people, in life events. Time passes. People come and go. We still there by ourselves. The relationship between the person and their selves is somehow complicated. Once we are at the best. Once we are at the lowest. And sometimes the relationship is subtle. But it is okay as long as you are within yourself. People like to express their selves in different ways. Mine, I like to go writing. It is my best friend. Knows my whole thoughts and secrets. I may be suck at it. But I try it, not to give up on it. Trying to escape the melancholy. Trying to avoid draining into the dark age. Believing we will bloom like cherry blossoms in a splendid spring. And we will know the importance of our existence. 27/3/2022 https://www.instagram.com/p/CcOEIrHLDMG7CLfr2IeJMJjp-TrcdnfIzK81sM0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
