“Personal growth has its price, and she was paying it without complaint.” – Paulo Coelho, Veronika Decides to Die
Cicadas screech in the humid air, jolting me back to existence. Footprints of my journey cast into the white sands, the gentle tides washes them away. I am at a point in my life where there is great change, new beginnings and a universe of lessons.
Many of my days are spent floating in and out of conciousness, at times the black hole of the city swallows me whole.