Hide your heart in a place that can exist in both
Be a place of refuge for hearts.
But don’t hold them there.
Let the hearts wander.
Never expect them to come back.
She survived whatever happened;
she forgave; she became.
Be like the fox who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it.