We Write, to Taste Life Twice.

I have stopped trusting the latter moments. I write things down, even the incomplete ones, even the ones that don’t make sense.

Have you ever felt a sudden regret for meeting someone, and then got quite an urge to erase them from your life like they never happened?

Also, friendships die. They truly die, anyway, I mean, everything dies eventually. But some friendships die without decency. I don’t think that deserves my time and energy that I would ever write it down in a chapter, but here I am. I just could not help questioning,

Why do people lose their persistence on things, on people? Well yeah, because everything changes constantly.

I have been thinking that you and I could have remained strangers, unwritten. Yet every passing minute feels like a future that had already been waiting for us. These vague, catastrophic, mysterious, and joyful connections… they are, in the end, our own choices of life, even when they don’t feel like choices at all.

Not every collision leaves a trace you can hold onto. Some pass through you, shifting something quietly before disappearing.

The good thing is that people get inspired when things happen. I do understand why people think that artists are lunatics and maniacs. You are no longer bound to one dimension when inspiration strikes. You exist everywhere at once. Your physical body and your mentality start fighting, trying to catch the sparks. Most of the time, people just tell themselves that they will do it afterwards, and those moments never come.

Losing a thought feels a little too much, and I’ve already lost enough.

Things are not the same, but I hope we shall all choose kindness and love.

I have my favorite quote now, it says,

- “ We write, to taste life, twice.” by Anaïs Nin.

Atmospheric River by Vansire & Eliza McLamb

To those dead friendships and Freya