( This is a book for you to read whenever you feel a little low, or uninspired. )

I have written this in 24h after having too much caffeine, a perpetual flow of creativity, and little to no sleep.

Have a good read! Love you.

There is a raging storm outside, in the middle of spring.

Flowers will blossom soon enough.

A man went back to his almost always empty apartment, clumped with dishes in the sink, scattered clothes on the couch, and weirdly placed coffee mugs, and crabbed a blank canvas.

For the last couple of years, every day, every month felt the same. Somewhat considered decent, lonely, and bitter. Until it didn't.

A girl with warm, coffee-like brown eyes has been waking up every day to have the cold seep through her bones, her legs tangled between blankets, her favorite one engulfing her torso as each day turned into night, and night turned into morning.

Everything felt as insignificant and ephemeral as the storm raging outside the safety of her home.

Until it did not.