whenever i feel the need to write, i go to the one place where i can be safe. where all my secrets are hidden under the roots, and my burdens are held steady by two pieces of rope wrapped around a branch, and a flat piece of driftwood. a place where no-one can touch me. it happens to be a real place, yet as time is always limited i only visit there once a year. as the imagination has no limits, i can go there whenever i choose to. all i need is my tree, my swing and my notebook. oh, and a pen.
Sunday, 19 December 2010
"In the whole of one’s life there are moments of pleasure and pain, ecstasy and joy, and even those rare moments of insight. But none of them compare to the utter peace and comfort that comes from seeing yourself through your beloved’s eyes; through their joy in you. This moment will come when you least expect it, and from it comes a kind of peace so profound that it defies description."
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2 comments:
a quote from who? i likkee :D
haha, can't say, but she's a genius ;) clue: i don't know her. :)
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