July 2011
Thirst drove me down to the water where I drank the moon’s reflection.
– Rumi (via wouldyoulikesumanila)
Why I'm not where you are: 4. →
no-worries:
There are curious things, hiding between the cracks of laughter, the pauses in conversation, the restlessness of fingers. In the palm of her hand, she held the little red mailbox flag that had fallen off and landed in a small shrub nearby. “Poor fellow, you have no purpose now. Left all alone,…