Believe me when I say it was miserable, but also believe me when I say I loved it.
I’m a mess. I love walking in the rain on my own.
In my garden in Indonesia I used to sit in the tropical rain, raining. That made a painful view for the people who loved me, but when they had loved me better they’d leave me alone.
The rain is my sacred place since my childhood. There’s something about being alone with the rain that makes me so in touch with the exiled feelings inside me.
Those that do not suit the dry days reality, or the reality at all, or so it seems.
Those that make me alive, exist, brokenly whole.
–dina oktaviani
dina oktaviani 
Your posts are inspirational and aspirational as usual!
aww that’s very kind and encouraging hon! i’m glad my words get to be read xxx
I’m glad you have the gift of using words well! 🙂
Beautiful words and a beautiful lady… The more I learn about you the more I want to know more! In a non stalkerish way …hehe great post x
at your own risks! like i said, i’m only good with texts hehe thank you darlingest xxxx