currently, the most beautiful time of day is catching glimpses of everything he brought to life still living. i am still living! did you hear it? i still love, i still laugh. those secret hidden things that he said, 'this is you', and i saw me, they are still me and in me and they haven't left with him. just because he saw threads in a tapestry doesn't mean they're pulled out. that makes me feel so damn beautiful.
it's still possible to grow a garden, and it's still possible to be by the ocean, and it's still possible to have a family and have a home.
i can still bake bread.
in fact, someone left a bread maker in my apartment just to prove it.
4 comments:
you are beautiful.
i like this. especially because of who left you the bread maker.
Who exactly left me the bread maker? I don't even know that...
i like the title too.
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