Saturday, November 6

a confession




i have an empty weekend ahead of me. no exciting things to do or trips to go on. in the meantime, everyone seems to be expecting everyone to be busy all the time, to be filling life up feverishly with as many stories to tell as possible. yet i'm learning to confess that i love it like this: every now and then i hunger for some days of silence, of nowhere to go and only simple things to do.

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