The pages have faded, yet revisiting them is like the scraping of old postage stamps in the corner of a page. Something tears as the fragility gives way. The nails try to be gentle, but they never are. The page catches under the nails. The page leaves a papercut of memories.


And i really wanted to say: You’re living as though your existence is a rebellion against god.
But i didn’t say that. I politely smiled and said: That shirt looks great on you 🙂

Give yourself time

Sometimes you need to give yourself time,

but sometimes time gives itself to you.

Winter nights stretch out forever

in never ending silence filled with ticking clocks that grow louder until dawn.

Take all the time you need… life is going to do what its supposed to.