by Zoe A. Choo

Life has been accelerating; as if time has been expanding and contracting simultaneously like it’s in labour for a revival that is due.

It feels as if I’ve been carried through by Him through my days, sailing.

A lot of things that were happening couldn’t make sense and to catalogue everything that has been happening wouldn’t really be doing these stories any justice. There are so many parts of life linking to other parts of life, I don’t really know how to write it.

So to pick up from where I left off, I am just thankful that my birthday present last year is both a seed and a matryoshka doll. My story doesn’t end, and neither does yours as long as you’re still breathing.

As of now, I’m as alive as ever. Truly living and witnessing.