will bring once a life to live with freedom.… An endless guidance on walking through all way to paths. The moist of the clouds which feel like an everlasting freedom. The moist of clouds which bring solace and serenity. And sharing my write ups in here, feels like touching the moist of clouds. Whenever I have no one to talk to about my feelings, whenever I don't feel like having a safe place talking to someone, I write. Life brings a lot of obstacles pulling out predicaments. Which blooms on any season and experiences autumn when it feels like. That's why I think that writing isn't just a passion, neither only an aid for those who can't speak. I am feeling the freedom that could encompass anything at all. Through writing, there I felt the freedom of expression. In this repertoire, I want to post an aid into my own incapabality. I've never been good on expressing my own melancholy either prosperity of emotion through my voice. Never through voicing them out, but by reading them detail by detail, part by part. On through this collection of mixed proses and poems, I am eager to show out my emotions. To express them out, it requires efforts - most especially, paper and pen. There are times that we can no longer express our feelings into our own voice.
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