sometimes i really feel just like the little child i am. a restless one for sure, and no longer so innocent. with huge steps i'm reaching the age in which there are no excuses anymore. i guess i'm okay with that. i just need to know that you understand me, i'm not sure you ever could.
i am thankful for the ones in my life that always do.
i want to write about fire and smoke, about loving and letting go, holding on and giving up, being strong and letting down. about living life happily here, just here, to reach a higher perception of perfection, lapping up fully every moment in its delicacy.
Mittwoch, 18. Februar 2015
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