will i ever find happiness?
today i read an old post in tumblr that to be able to know love, one needs to know grief. not just know grief, but to be face-to-face with grief. to know love is to know grief, seven-syllable word that pulls apart an essence of one's struggles, one's experiences, one's pains.
to know love is to know grief, sitting on your grave was something i have never imagined i would do again. to know love is to know grief while using a broom made from the midrib of an old, dried palm leaf to clean your headstone. to know love is to know grief, and i never thought i'd get acquainted with it.















