fresh page

it just felt like i was turning a page in my short book. Like I've been stuck in one page for so many years, looking for the same things, running around the same people. When things ended recently, it was sad. but i genuinely felt fresh. The air smell of opportunities and undiscovered paths. It smell of little windy roads, hilly upward climbs and small hidden alleys. There is much to see. I am going to live. then suddenly, i found a waif of sadness in a boutique, hiding, waiting to pounce on my new found senses and smolder them.