Bundles of dreams Tied with hope, Carrying each carefully across, The tides uncertain of every crisis, That can find me alone without horror. Bundles of dreams, Tied with hope, Carrying each with a flower.

Yesterday I felt closer, To the version of me, That could be loved, And today I feel far away from her. How tides change overnight, How words haunt out of the blue, How it all comes down to what you did and didn't do, And how you cannot do anything about it.

It felt like dozens of kilos of weight has been lifted off my heart. Like, someone had sliced it open, and took it out once and for all, Ending all misery of the feelings it creates and complicates. It felt like the universe telling me I'm free, From everything I thought was holding me back. It felt like the end of chapter or a book even, Like an end of an era. Like all the tarot girlies were correct, When they said whatever they said on the reels late at nights when I couldn't sleep. Like a...