The rain that washes away all dirt. Brings serenity and silence. Clears everything. And then you see. Or do you?
I feel like I am in between chapters, in the empty space between worlds. And I cannot see what is the future holding for me.
How can you ever move on, when you feel anchored in the past? And when from time to time the rope you have been tied to tries to bring you closer. You struggle, you push forward with all your strength, but you are not sure it is gonna be enough.