And then, one day, you found out that there are so many things to say and so many things to write. Voices speaking in your head yet your hands don't know their job. In the end, you are all alone. This time around, this voice said:
"I've gone for a month and two weeks due to things I consider as the most critical turning point of my life. I don't know where this path leads me to. I really don't know. I don't know who I am or what I want. I find myself like who I was. My childhood earliest thoughts were just like you. A dandelion."
The voice sounded like someone you once knew or someone so close. Or perhaps, it's just in your head.
.jpg)
