May be, sometimes, no matter how far you’ve gone, you have to go back and finish something. May be, it has to be ugly and hurtful. But may be, that’s the way it has to be.
We should not take it against each other. Since it is destined to happen, we are completely powerless over that.
"It's finished but think well of me.", "Yes please. Even if it's bad. Especially if it's bad."
... my other garden ;)
About Me
- Irma
- I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
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