saltpepper.

the rain had started to fall, a sign that the end of the year is near.
hello, this is my 22th rainy season, and we’re living in twenties.

we grow like a tree, messly and wake up with an anxiety.
wasted youth, full of blessed.

we’re getting older. maybe tomorrow will be much tougher.
there will be more things through with the less time together.

they said “no one can be responsible for the happiness in our life other than ourselves.”

but how we love ourselves when we love others?

you said “nobody knows about the age.”
I said “it’s fine, it should be just fine.”

we have lot of plans,
dreaming like when we were kids.

take the leaves, we build a house.
take the coat, we run in the rain.
take the wishlist, make and make it happens.

we’re getting older, together.