When a flower grows wild, it can always survive - wildflowers don't care where they grow.
Friday, March 18, 2011
I didn’t need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back.
When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out.