Nothing makes sense and nothing has to.

Writing little pieces of notes helps to keep my sanity. 

Going through cycles of the people you love and the ones that love you, mismatched. It is the hardest thing to let go until you find the next thing that excites you, and in the end you finally can forget all about it.

I've been around the world and back, and it's funny how simplicity is still what I yearn for the most. Nothing makes sense and nothing has to, if you stop adding questions to your existence.

It is when you are most vulnerable that you learn everything about yourself. Too many people I know has found fake meaning, preaching about the lessons they learned while they avoid all the difficult questions.

Sincerely yours,

Senjakala.