it. is a tumblelog.

i wrote this for you.

and whenever i face one of those difficult days, i recount to myself what it would be like, a year from now -another chapter closed, another life begins. a dream no longer deferred, but experienced and lived. a life, happiness that prevailed.

and suddenly, amidst the envisioned bliss and profound gratitude, memories from the year’s past flash in a kind of mental cacophony. the deafening anguish that silences all hope for my future self.