Musings of a thirty something single
A promising morning, a comforting coffee, a valiant tiny flower braving the scorching sun, a calming tune and the involuntary tear that trickles down, the ocean that rises only to fall and rise again with the moon, everything harmonizes with the pain.. the pain in victory after having lost it all, the victory in peace after the last fall, the peace in not having to beg for love, for space and for time. After all these years, I can only appreciate these feelings like a stone, that had been beaten and loved too, treasured and thrown too... ...