It's like a tornado sweeping through everything -
leaving me with nothing but the feeling of falling
into the unknown
or
into a dimension too familiar,
yet feels peculiar.
But every time life goes downward spiral,
there's always someone to throw a lifeline.
I've been flying without wings,
but I do not know what crashing feels like.
And for that,
I'm eternally grateful.
Text and photo by resident writer, Clare De Guzman.
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