Reading Time: 2 minutesThose black and white clouds that we gazed at while going on our first hike up high hills reminded me more of my old self. The way they lost themself, burst into small water droplets to nurture the existence of those high blue hills, to embrace the beauty of those tranquil tall trees reminded me of the time I used my soul to heal others.
The time has passed, those dark clouds have been burst to a million drops. I feel it was the universe’s way of making me love myself harder.
