“ The world before us is a postcard, and I imagine the story we are writing on it. ”
I will find you.In the farthest corner, I will find you.
~ Mary E. Pearson
It can take years to mold a dream. It takes only a fraction of a second for it to be shattered.
Pieces. A bit for someone here. A bit there. And sometimes they don't add up to anything whole. But you are so busy dancing. Delivering. You don't have time to notice. Or are afraid to notice. And then one day you have to look. And it's true. All of your pieces fill up other people's holes. But they don't fill your own.
Some things aren't meant to be known. Only believed.
