2018 - June - 07

Soup spilled out from its flimsy plastic bag. It dripped wherever I walked and yet I was determined to carry it home cause goddammit I am definitely going to drink that white radish soup.

Flashes of insights visit my brain more and more often. Though I don't remember much of them, I can feel every fibre of my soul either internalizing the lessons or letting go of stuck energies. Grateful doesn't even begin to describe how I feel.