first i must confess...i got this from someone elses mum, but it touched me
I carry it around for days, weeks, until finally the smallest of life's moments opens the door and it all tumbles out, sometimes in tears, sometimes in screams, sometimes in a heavy sigh and a sudden release of tangled, tight muscles. It could be that smile you needed so desperately. It could be the purple and gold sky as the sun sets. Or it could just be the quietness of the house at the end of the day. And when that moment has settled, clearing the way for the next one to come, you realize what you truly long for is that continuous cycle of being emptied and filled and emptied again so that your life and your days resemble the only thing that can fill the ache--passion.
