Just when you though there wouldn’t be more, right? i find it hard to believe i haven’t written on this blog in nearly eight months. where did all this time go? how did i not feel the need to write? i’ve been down a few times since january. i’ve been hit by new experiences, challenges, disappointments, doubts. i’ve stumbled and wondered.

In my story, it's only one road winding in a yellow wood. step after step, together, until sometimes, this little pinch in my heart reminds me that everything is not that easy. i am reminded that we're two in this, and who says two people says two opinions and two different views on things. sometimes to paths diverging to merge back again? i am rem

I guess i'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all very true indeed.

If i told you where i've been would you still call me baby? and if i told you everything would you call me crazy? i don't know when i stopped writing. when i stopped feeling the need to put words on feelings. i don't know why either. i've been reading this blog back and damn, did i write some beautiful things in the past. now i overthink it, i suff

I seem to lack words. or maybe time. but i write when i am upset, and i seem to be doing ok. still softly and truly in love. finding a way through life and work and adult serious stuff. wondering a bit where tomorrow should happen. where i should make it happen. and we still don't know why sparrows love the snow. but i do love automn and winter. th