I don't know how to put words to it, or that If I should, but everything feels strangely familiar. Like last night, if you haven't noticed the skies was full of stars, and so I pulled out my notebook and started tracing dots - to whatever pattern they appeared up above me, tiny constellations I'm not quite sure the names of. It made me think of grandpa. And a dream that I once has been a sailor, or a friend of a sailor, or a poet and guitarist combined, could it be real? I wonder.
And then there's this feeling inside me, a hunch maybe, that everything is starting to get better. I want it to be, and so it shall be.
how are you, dears?
