IceAndBlood

Someone had once asked me, “What do you want in life? What would make you happy?” I said, “A room of my own with a writing table, a window of sunshine and a cup of coffee.” A place to love, laugh and live. A place to heal. Somewhere I could feel safe. I have always felt this is just a decent thing to want in life. But recently, I stopped believing that. Every day I find myself asking - Is it too much? Is it too much that I want to stop running for once ad want time and shelter to heal? Maybe, it is. In a world where thousands thrive on the streets, thousands go hungry all day, in a world where so many walk alone, healing is a luxury… a luxury the balance sheets of the world cannot allow. I don’t know if it’s too much, but I can dream all the same, can’t I? We all can dream. We all dream, one fine morning, we will stop running, we will stop looking over our shoulders, being chased and haunted by our nightmares. One day, we will stop thriving and start living. Oneday, we all will