If I choose to always grow, maybe she’ll bloom like a wildflower. If I make art of my everyday, she too, will make her days full of colour. If I let tears fall and always when they need, maybe she’ll water the earth with an open heart. If I’m clumsy, crazy, and all about her …
I no longer have patience for certain things, not because I’ve become arrogant, but simply because I reached a point in my life where I do not want to waste more time with what displeases me or hurts me. I have no patience for cynicism, excessive criticism and demands of any nature. I lost the …
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So much has fallen away over these last weeks and months: so much that you thought you ‘needed,’ the identities you believed you had to maintain, your hopes and fears about love, why you’ve come here, and what your ‘purpose’ is. What you knew just a few days ago is being replaced in the here …
