The Flow

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Sunday Park Slope "The point is, not to resist the flow. You go up when you're supposed to go up and down when you're supposed to go down. When you're supposed to go up, find the highest tower and climb to the top. When you're supposed to go down, find the deepest well and go down to the bottom. When there's no flow, stay still. If you resist the flow, everything dries up. If everything dries up, the world is darkness." ― Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

I'm ready for a change in my life. I want to see the world and not worry about petty things.

Winter Fall

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Williamsburg, BrooklynSnow in Brooklyn

Snow falls onto this crazy world of ours. I stand there looking up with my hands quivering from the cold, yet with a gentle smile on my face. My heart is calm and wish that this will last for eternity.

My invisible breath floats up along with the words I've been wanting to say but is now too late to say it. This blanket of snow silence this crazy world of ours. The trail of footprints I leave behind, into history, will fade away with the snow.

I am not alone.

In my heart, I have pieces of you and all your beliefs. In this lonely season, I will keep walking.