Release your thoughts, for they are merely storms you have clung to. Return to the shore of your body. Breathe the warm light your lungs had fogotten. Viktoria Erikson
We are all just walking each other home.
Piglet: How do you spell love? Pooh: You don’t spell it you feel it.
“Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.” Antoine de...
“The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched, they are felt with the heart” Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince