Before I know it, my thoughts will turn to you. Always. Consistently. Is this a habit? Is this...?

Sometimes it feels we stand before darkness. What lies ahead: is it a precipice? A long, lonely path? A tortuous journey? Is there happiness with the inevitable pain? 

Right before me are blue skies and sunshine. There are small joys to be had there; perhaps no matter what the future brings, there will always be small joys to behold. 

Ah but. Where indeed does this path lead? I want to know, and at the same time, I don't. I want to try hard, and at the same time, I'm tired. I want to put my soul on paper, in ink and graphite, so that there will always be a part of me that survives the ravages of time and the fragility of our lives on earth.


Alessia Cara - october