And their are the cold nights where I miss you a little more, my inside crumbles and the heart cries.
Isn't it strange how the idea of comfort for us is so different?Like that's my favourite place to sit, that's my favourite blanket where I feel cosy, or those are my favourite colour of bedsheets. Looking at them just makes me feel so soft.It can be a candle that makes your heart feel lighter when you blow it out.Or it can be looking at colourful flowers or simply staring at the moon.It can be as simple as singing your favourite song whenever you want or as hard as making a painting of your messy thoughts.It can be walking down the street alone in the evening or talking with your friends for hours.I guess it is unique how we humans find comfort in things, foods, songs, places, and sometimes in people too.
21 /07/23
Life is confusing
You know the feeling when you are scrolling and you found one poetry or quote and it hits you so hard like those are the words you want to scream, that is the feeling you are getting, you want to express yourself but you never found the right words and when you saw those lines you found your pieces in it
-Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vanessa Bell written c. August 1908
So who's gonna meet me behind the mall this August?
Hands are unbearably beautiful. They hold on to things, they let things go.
- Mary Reufle
-Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. August 1951