Tomorrow’s sunset

is only the beginning, love.

Tread to make kind prints.


Hope, as it survives

Living a difficult life could almost be compared to getting up from a sleep laced with humidity. Sweat and leaded head might make you realise you were better off asleep. But the wooziness also brings with it an unexplainable breeze of hope. Breeze! The sweat dries, the heaviness vanishes. With all different kinds of weather you know that when one is here, how can the other not come?