Daily Writing
SATURDAY, APRIL 12, 2025 | JASMIN HANNA-MARÍA
Needed a hug, saw a girl crying in the mids of trafic completly overwhelmed, on her little bike, suddenly the tension in my chest released, I wasn't alone, this cold, neutral face of mine found a companion.
Jasmin Hanna-María Writing
I ran down the street and felt alive, looked in the mirror feeling a warm redness kissing my cheeks and lingering on my lips, a warmth from a sense I missed so deeply, that’s how I would want to hold on to the word hopefulness forever by writing this love letter, the summer of lost letters. JasminHannaMaría
