Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.
I've been spending a lot of time thinking about what things in life
really matter, about which of the things I'm doing are actually, truly important, trying to seperate the things I think should be important
and the things that really are. Just---thinking.
It's kind of sad in an honest sort of way, but refreshing.
Found some old words I'd written on the back of a receipt. It reminds
me of a long-dead time. But remembering is good, because I can see the
distance between then and now.
I was strangely embarrassed, as if to be caught caring is just a step away from being cauht naked in public. The eyes can see your every blemish, can unravel you, can wrap you in your secrets and leave you trapped and terrified. That is the power it gives. I've fought for years to allow myself to be willing to be caught caring, to be caught with red hands and a broken heart.
P.S. I really am wearing clothes.