"I'm writing the ending of this imagination that used to cry in every page between my doubts of bringing it to life. I do this all the time, hardly knowing the results ahead of time as a way to shield my heart.
But now, with this, I want to see how beautiful it is to remain open. To see the strings again, knot it again from our ends, and look for the beauty of risks if we ever cross the line again. And how I hope one day we could finally write on the same book, same page—with same thoughts."
–Jhunamae Moja (Smnllyl, weird)
Journal Date: 09.10.23
