escort diary® of Cello Bloom: We touch, we dream, we remember #nightthoughts

Here we are—letting ourselves be seen, for the first time.

Today was one of those days we wished had gone differently.

We finally stepped outside again after so long,
and every step felt like coming out of hibernation .
But it’s not really our fault we ended up here—
someone once dimmed our light.

Still, as always, we try to begin again.
To feel something.
To find ourselves in something, anything.

The night ends with a steaming hot

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