Some mornings, on my way to school, the sky is full of crows. The forest is nearby. I love this view, it’s one of my favorite things.
These days are strange to me, with so much hope and so much doubt in them. Also with a strange connection to my nineteeen year old self, realising that some long forgotten aspects of my psychology stayed the same. I have been before in a similar situation, facing an important exam in which many things are up to me and in many aspects I just need to hope for the best. The outcome was good last time.
Meanwhile, I try not to get overwhelmed, rest and relax and prepare myself to think that my life is good and safe and full of love, no matter what.
stories of objects 