There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love,
but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream - whatever that dream might be.
Pearl S. Buck

Tuesday, August 21

Comprende nada

Not sure I understand much of anything anymore... the wind blows, my mind goes, the garden grows...

fighting fears of the known and unknown. life is the present and always moving, sometimes with a turbulence. I want you, and don't want fear to enter there.

you are clearly defined in your wants. maybe i should be more so in mine.

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