a way to set my mind free from the constraints of meticulous planning, and to remind myself that sometimes we just need to breathe [ . . . ]
Tag Archives: #love
Spring Cleaning [part:FIVE]
{It is the work of chance. [But] I want the boiling to be mine, whether someone gives it to me or I find it myself, I want it to be mine.} June 16, 2014. [ . . . ]
Spring Cleaning [part:FOUR]
{Then, why do I make it complicated every time? I’m not sure, but I think that the way I function is as if I am partitioned exactly in half: one half brain and the second half heart. But unlike a partitioned hard drive or computer, both sides interact. And when I say interact, I mean they fight. They fight all the time. } May 10, 2015. {Just on the verge of me breaking, I am re-patched. I assume it’s you with the needle and thread in hand, stitching me up every time that I tear.} November 12, 2016. [ . . . ]
Spring Cleaning [part:THREE]
{Let’s not forget the Mourning Hug nor the Morning Hug because we need them both. On occasion and for no occasion.} March 31, 2014. [ . . . ]
Spring Cleaning [part:TWO]
{Love=pen and whiteout.} April 30, 2014. [ . . . ]
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Most times, the walls we build up around ourselves seem so secure. We feel safe within them. But if all of us are doing this simultaneously then how will we ever enter another’s life? [ . . . ]