Like a candle blown out halfway before it ran out of wax, or like one whose wick was uprooted. I will no longer be around. And that is when YOU will remember me. The little nobody, with no respect nor name, untimely in presence, destructive by nature. Not very long ago I decided I will never go down that road again. Now I am decided. I shall. Remember when you will… I find the world you have built too much too bear.
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Varna wants to live in a world where kindness and intelligence reign. A researcher by trade, she’s fascinated by human beings, wombats, velociraptors and other queer creatures, in that order. When she’s not working on business, part-time projects or any of her other gazillion pursuits -- you can find her curled up by the window, watching leaves fall or howling at the moon. View all posts by Varna