free weirdo soul

Often, it’s not about becoming a new person, but becoming the person you were meant to be, and already are, but don’t know how to be.

I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape. Something waits beneath it; the whole story doesn’t show.

Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different immediately after they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish.

You will always be something to me. Something special. Something I can’t explain. And when people come at me to ask who you are, I won’t tell them everything I know. I want to keep you for myself. I’m selfless, but when it comes to you, everything changes. I don’t know how it happened. I can’t even look at you without falling in love all over again. Like how I fell when I knew you for the first time. It’s something extraordinary. If I have a definition of magical, this is it. It brings me to another world, where only the two of us matters.