How did I get here?
Was it the way she crossed her legs, the turn of her ankle?
What are these elusive and ephermal things that ignite passion in the human heart?
public, private and personal ~ G Marquez
I always dreamed of becoming a lumberjack, but I couldn’t hack it.
and suddenly it made sense and was no longer complicated.
There was a purpose and a reason for everyone she met.
The ordinary became the extraordinary by being with the right people.
and the hours turn into days and the days to years, I realized everything is ending.
Time will eventually run out, but not yet.