patterns, patterns, patterns.
i am forgetting to write things down and they disappear, but only to come back in a different form and i don't recognise them anymore so everything seems new, though familiar.
many thoughts, even more feelings, million desires. sometimes i feel like i am thrown back into something i have been through, but the resemblance is so insignificant that is hardly even real. nothing is the way it was.
i am still struggling from doubts from time to time, rarely allowing myself to let anxiety in. there is no point in trying to have everything under control.
i am glowing on the inside, no matter what happens.