To you,
You know how I leave lights on in rooms I've already walked out of? How you follow behind me, switch them off, and never say a word?
This is the same: a light left […]
Everyone has a sea somewhere behind them. You don’t go back to it, and you don’t need to. It’s not a wound, not a longing, just the quiet acknowledgment that certain tides shaped […]
What becomes of a street when the leaves stop knowing when to fall?
One of my favorites. Nothing happens in it, yet everything happens in it.
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Mùa lá rớt trên vai, mùa […]
Once, those three words were the whole answer.
"I love you" was enough. It meant you had arrived somewhere. You were no longer kids bumping into each other in the dark, but two […]