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It makes me laugh. So stuck in my animosity - so imprudent - so scared. Little things bring back some not-so-distant memories of silliness, of shame, of - well - me. So how is it we get away with throwing ourselves away and starting anew? How is it we become the missing puzzle piece as apposed to the yesterdays of being the spot that was missing ( Read more... )
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i sat alone today staring into the ceiling making a sticky note inside my head to write of this. This self identification and (could we say?) somewhat of an epiphany?
perhaps i forgot to write because later today some piece of the puzzle proved my body paragraph wrong again... as he always does.
However, it was nice for the few days it lasted.
what can i say? Bitter beauty is my weakness.
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Mental sticky notes never help me remember.
we will talk of this among things soon.
<3 t.
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