Post here your confessions and truths.
Truth: Love, well, I'm still here to understand what it is. Perhaps no one ever really finds out. But, loneliness makes us stronger, in a way. Life is spent in a hurry; feeling the gentle breeze on your face, feeling the sunrise on your skin. I always thought I could be able to bind all my fears, anxiety and throw them away, only to say to be finally free. But, what is true freedom?
Confession: I may never know.