Sometimes, I don’t want to disappear. I want to learn German, to know the roots of words that once felt foreign and make them my own. I already read, write, and speak in four languages. And I write with both hands, in reverse, in every single one of them. I paint, I speak the languageContinue reading “Sometimes, I don’t want to disappear.”
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Late, but never less.
A flower that bloomed late… Not in the garden… But in the heart. A breeze that blew late… Not in the air… But through my memories. A light that came late… Not in the sky… But in your face l’ve seen before. But feelings? Never late. They waited, patiently, Until today. Happiness? Never late. ItContinue reading “Late, but never less.”
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