The night after NFT
The night after you told me you loved the pressed flower in my journal. The night after i lost my trunk of letters.
The night after is a collection of thoughts that spiralled through all the little corners of my brain after i finally shed skin to let new light enter. Snippets of the past- a boomerang that hits you every now and then. But this growing feeling is not just a fleeting moment and i want to encapsulate it in all my poetries. Your first love, your first heartbreak, the night after always brings quivering voices. The night after also brings you learning, and growth. A new perspective. Multiple new perspectives.
The night after you told me you loved the pressed flower in my journal. The night after i lost my trunk of letters. I knew there was hope. Dear reader, there's always hope. Just leave the door open.