粉雪

I don’t think I love very many things but here are the ones I can think of: I love the first sip of coffee in the morning I love reading someone else’s words and finding a connection in them I love the feeling a good song invokes I love wondering I love driving at night with no destination I love the gentle kind of sadness like a reminder that I can feel.

JANJIQUE Pleats Patterns Collection Vol. 1 (Spring 2014) by Zorana Janjic

There I sit, lazy, convalescent. To look at me, you might not guess that inside I am laughing and crying, at my own stupidities and luckiness, and at the strange enigmatic ways of the world which I will spend a lifetime trying to learn and understand.

Your absence has gone through me like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.

I am hands 
and face 
and feet 
and things inside of me 
that I can’t see.