I always find myself in such similar predicament that make me feel as though I fail to see my mistakes. Maybe it’s something that wired in my genes, something I can’t control. I feel that the memories are slipping away slowly and everyone is watching me fall into my own decline. I feel that the ones who claims to care are the snakes in my bed, feeding me venom of fear and discomfort.
For years I have maintained communication with my love, my teacher, my desire, my passion. Sasha has been an inspiration for me, I hope she can be one for you too.