The hundreds of letters that you’ll never send

Two nights ago I dreamed of doing handstands and twisting my arm.

A few nights ago I dreamed of someone whom I no longer talk to.

I’ve always thought elephants are so strong, gorgeous and sentimental, all three adjectives embodied in a single species.

I’ve always believed that sometimes you can find no explanations for what your heart wants you to do, and that it can triumph over logic.

Lately I feel so exhausted that I want to cry every night, and I wish one can overcome exhaustion simply by crying it out.

But all is well, all is still well.

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