seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Hong Kong SAR China
seen from China
seen from Netherlands
seen from Malaysia
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Netherlands
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from China
seen from China
seen from China
seen from China
seen from China
and she couldn't stop wondering, couldn't stop thinking about how much of a hopeless romantic she was, and yet nothing from the real world could possibly make her fall in love. but there were books. literature. poetry. art. feelings on paper. and those were the only things that could make her feel something.
every moment of the day she kept wishing there would be more than this. yes, mundanity is beautiful if you romanticize the simple things enough so you won't lose your mind, but she just couldn't shake off the hope that there's more. that there's more to our souls than this flesh cage in which we have to torment ourselves and struggle to maintain the illusion of liberty, peace and happiness. she aimed for the entirety of the universe, she wanted a supernova's heart and a mind made of constellations. she wanted to go far, far away and beyond this temporary place we call home. she wanted to believe there is more. we could be more. we are more.
