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| Little me age 5 |
Falling in love is part of her daily routine. She falls in love with little details that catch her eye during the day. A half empty water bottle under a park bench. One single, little plant growing from a brick wall. Details like that stay with her for a long time, because of what they made her feel when she first saw them. In some odd way they make her feel life it worth living. They make her realize art is everywhere. They make her realize everyone and everything has a story. How did that bottle get there? Who left it there without finishing it? They make her realize she can see beauty in ugliness and struggle. There are days she falls in love with her own struggle, with her sadness, her doubts, her fears. There are days she falls in love with her problems, her mistakes, with all that went wrong. Because there is such beauty in struggle. Such beauty and such depth and such hope.
Your words are juxtaposition. Softly spoken. There is a beautiful fragility, as if those words you write separate both of those planes of existence inside you, giving way and rising up when either side feels the need to throw it’s weight around.
You write so gently, yet there is always a harsh contrast lurking in the background of your thoughts, feelings, fingers and words.
Thanx anon ... ^_^