When the autumn equinox comes, humans have two choices:

Cower in awe before the wild iridescent change rippling through our souls where they touch the border to the not quite real; or joining a dance born by witches that turns the leaves to flowers and our minds to new worlds.

soon… a new year. || 20th september, 2017.

( p e r s o n a l . )

It may just be a birthday. We all have many of those in our hopefully long lives, so they shouldn’t be special. But they still feel like it.

Tomorrow is mine.

I’m in a new country, for a new degree, full of new stories and with a head and heart that finally feel like they belong to me. I’m nor saying that I’m not afraid of the future, or afraid to lose youth without burning bright. We’re all a bit scared, deep down.

But I’ve got dreams to follow and ways to find, and no time to be hopeless and hollow.