On some days, I need to mark a safe distance to save my clumsy heart from falling off the cliff which it has really grown fond of- the point where my urge to be loved always dreams of taking a blind leap of faith even after tumbling down multiple times, scraping my skin, the very same skin where you leave marks of remembrance in Morse code only I could decipher, while your eyes try to meet mine. 412 more words
Tags » Undoing
We’re glad to have you all here and listening to our most recent podcast episode.
This episode is dedicated to those crafters that have had to make the hard decision to undo part or all of their project. 132 more words
Stare not long for all men do undo themselves with idle staring. Each one reversing years of progress, and each one stuck in the annals of their youth. 181 more words