It always hits home hardest when you let your guard down and lose the vigor to shield your heart against those closest to you. Wham. Bam. Bam. You say you knew it, you're not surprised, it's nothing new, what's the big deal? But it crushes your spirit out of you and quietly and secretly you have to tend to your wounds just so that you are able to catch your next breath.
The reason I love writing is because it gives, albeit temporarily, a sense of order to chaos, structure to unpredictability, and a framework to reign every emotion and event in. I need that. I'll always need it.
The reason I love fashion is because it makes everything look so beautiful and interesting on the surface- textures of fabrics, prints, colours and shapes, all playfully but carefully matching and mismatching. Surely, if every little detail can look so fascinating on the outside, it must reflect the beautiful complexity of people on the inside and there is still hope that people may surprise you pleasantly and life therefore, must be worth exploring with a little bit more optimism and faith.