Whenthe painof lifefillsyour eyesandthe beesarriveto tastethe saltof yourtears,know thatwhentheydepart,they flyto flowersand thento thatdarkhummingplace wherebitternessis madeintosomethingsweet. Advertisements
perhaps it seems thatthey are wastedthis sad rainthat has fallenfrom the gray cloudsof your eyes but know thischild of heaveneach … More
Today dawned gray. We awoke to rain. This afternoon we will make the journey to the place of healers, a … More
I sit here before a flickering flame, flickering with the fragility of a world in pain This old world is … More
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I drink a lot of water so it fills up fast. It’s a habit I got into growing up in … More