maybe

lonely witch like me being alone is an inclination.
lonely nights aren’t very lonely once you got used to it.

today marks a year since i found out that i had to pack my belongings and start a journey far from the city lights. not a day since that day i stopped asking why yet not a day since that day i started to figure out the answer.

as a year goes by, maybe it’s time to let go. some questions maybe don’t need answers. in fact, maybe it’s best for them to remain unknown. better live as a mystery than a tragedy.

so, i put my head up and looked at the sky. as the night falling i told my self, “stop wasting time trying to figure out everything just to loathe about it. get high on the moment! so you have some stories to tell.”