soft spoken could never feel so loud. i take a deeper breath. Breath. words are not enough anymore. im getting tired. But I am not tired at all. What do these whispers mean? it happened in the night. Gently caressing my ear.

I was just thinking about the versions of myself throughout the years and now, My child self, my teenage rebellious self, my missing self, my messy self, my inspired self, my developed self… my current state self… I was thinking now looking back, perhaps this reflection could really never come until now, but it would …

Dear Diary… (oh, hi friends) So I started a course…. was it back in March? I can’t remember. Anyways, this course is helping me maintain discipline with Vipassana style meditation which is the oldest style of Buddhist meditation practices. I didn’t go into this course even knowing that this is what we would be doing, …