Start Here.

Today I’m desperately trying to follow the voice that leads me on my own path, the path I created while dragging my lifeless body through the desert. Today I’m trying to listen with my eyes closed, so I can feel my way back, back to the beginning, where I died.

Yesterday I tried following the path that had led me to my voice, but it had been erased by a lively sand storm that sounded like the ocean. As I listened to the wind, my eyes filled with sand and I felt like I had reached my end, but instead i had to start over, so I cried.

<3 Tatiana

Wild Ramblings 7/11/2017

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