So. I don't know what to say here, anymore.
So many things piling up in my head I can feel them threatening to break the gates of my eyelashes.
I just want to run to my safe, hiding place: in between your vertebrae and your shoulder blades.
The week transitioning from January to February has been all hell and raging oceans and hurricanes without an eye. Who knew that my happy chinese new year holidays would be the root of two merciless mondays in a week, ruined plans, more work and even lesser than less sleep?
But, this week, and the week after that, I'm sure, will be lovely. And more breatheable.
My favourite, most favourite, most inspiring part of the movie.