Tuesday, April 26, 2011


Even though everyone else told me it would never work, forget about it, accept it as 
  it was, I've always kept you in a place where I knew you'd never leave my heart . . . 

I'll probably fight forever between letting go and holding on


If all our old groceries emerged from the fridge blooming and free, life would take a new turn for the beautiful - full blossomed, fresh air. How much less wasteful life would be. 
I'm looking forward to the art that shall be my old strawberries when I get back to my apartment. 

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