Learning

After creating something, we always tend to move on. But this one looks me in the eye.

Profoundly attached yet so disconnected. It reminds me of an eternity lived in a quadrennium.

As I grappled with anxiety of uncertainties, I heaved existence. As I felt love, I weaved togetherness. As I experienced immense loss of purpose, I grew inward.

In hindsight, I lost more of life than I actually lived. But I learnt, to just breathe and move on.