Ordinary things are often neglected in how we perceive them. The way the wind blows from north to south, east to west. A tear from a star that whets the pores from our eyes. I've missed a lot lately. The routines seem kinda mundane. One day flows into the next in its own original rhythm. A window reflects as well as protects us from the amber rays. I must return to my ordinary life soon before the world changes once again without me.
sometimes it is necessary to clothe the Heart for some time; keep her warm, to tell her again and again amid the harsh clamour of the world that she is safe and devoted to-- so that, when you are ready to look up, she is with you.
Ordinary things are often neglected in how we perceive them. The way the wind blows from north to south, east to west. A tear from a star that whets the pores from our eyes. I've missed a lot lately. The routines seem kinda mundane. One day flows into the next in its own original rhythm. A window reflects as well as protects us from the amber rays. I must return to my ordinary life soon before the world changes once again without me.
sometimes it is necessary to clothe the Heart for some time; keep her warm, to tell her again and again amid the harsh clamour of the world that she is safe and devoted to-- so that, when you are ready to look up, she is with you.
stay wild. stay ordinary. stay true.
Thank your dear, for your little voice subtly filled my ordinary day.
thank you, little voice.
your day is no ordinary thing.
simply: look up.