Intuitive Insomniac

If you start living for the smallest reasons, that’s when you know you’re really living. The smell of rain after a thunderstorm, the shades of pavements when it’s autumn, the harvest season and the unspoken competition to pick the freshest tomatoes, the mediocre midnights and the color of the sunsets, the smell of bakeshops early in the morning, the frosty breeze of the fast-approaching winter, the warmth of oven when baking Christmas cookies, the thickness of paper when flipping through magazine pages, the smell of new books and new clothes and new things. When you start looking at things, really really looking, you’ll start living. Because then you’ll understand how it is to really be a human in this world full of people.

Autumn shows us how beautiful it is to let things go.

I’m laying in my bed, in my house and all I want to do is go home

12/12/15

I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals.

Forgive yourself for not knowing what you didn’t know before you learned it.