Teetering on the edge, stuck between letting go and falling forward. On one hand, betting on blind faith in the face of silence and one-liners. On the other hand, betting on self-preservation, because of silence and the fading. Limbo.

Young One

I donโ€™t know what this is. But this was supposed to be nothing. And yet, here we are, my heart racing, my brain giddy, my smile wide. I am fascinated by you. I told myself that this would be harmless. Assured myself that it was simple. I mean, you did only pop into my mind […]