Somedays aren't yours at all , they come and go as if there someone else's days

They come and leave you behind someone else's face

And its harsher than yours and colder than yours ...

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows. Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide. And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart... I carry your heart, I carry it in my heart.

happiness is only real when shared

Leave all your love and your loving behind you can't carry it with you if you want to survive

Sunday afternoons that aren't rushed but don't seem to take forever , when the week ahead seems alright because the weekend will bring something great and the week to follow will be filled with late mornings and cups of tea, being given a list of music that holds exactly what you were looking for even though you didn't know you were looking for anything at all, the colour white, looking out the window at at a winter afternoon, looking at your sister and thinking you new her but feeling excited as you realise there is just so much more to know, remembering last night while lying in a cocoon of blankets, being in the back seat of the car and cacking because everything just seems exactly right

Blog inspired by a wonderful friend of mine