When life demands reality, we surrender to a fairy tale others long to live. To soak up kisses along with bills, and memories with chores, to stop and stare and breathe. To inhale a moment with saturated make-believe. Droplets of stardust and snowflakes imprinting on a soul for life.
February 7, 2016
Our paths crossed this morning, destiny once again stirring the pot. No sooner do my eyes adjust from the bright snowy glare to the dim, mood-lit cafe, laptops and lattes everywhere, the din of the espresso machine humming steadily in the background, that I see your face. Your beautiful face. I ...
I learned that this is what happens with hearts that need to be buried, and souls that have gotten too heavy and weary: