Le Printemps Premier

The way glass breaks. This is the song I only sing when you’re sleeping. These are the words I say when you can’t hear me. This is the way I look when you can’t see me. And you will never know.
-I Wrote This For You
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It feels like spring. Anew. Fresh. Exhilarating. The birds and the flowers. The warm breeze. The winter's over, you can come out now. Comptine d'une autre ete. Listen. You've been away for far too long now.
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Anything to make you smile. You are the ever-living ghost of what once was.
-Band of Horses

Envelopes and Dragonflies

And I’m sorry if I haven’t written to you in a while. It’s just that life gets in the way of living. It’s just that my fingers were stuck together. It’s just that all the paper in the world caught fire. You’ll forgive me if I haven’t written in a while. It’s just that all the envelopes made love to dragonflies and now, we cannot bring them down. It’s just that time stopped ticking. It’s just that all the ink ran clear. My apologies if I haven’t written in a while. It’s just that words ran out of letters (these are the last in the bag). It’s just that language isn’t perfect. It’s just, me.
-I Wrote This For You
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It's February. Most people don't like this month, but I like it. It's a short month, even if the snow keeps falling it's okay. I've had a hard time coming up with inspiration lately, so my apologies for the lack of creativity. Thus why I'm using quotes from other blogs. They don't necessarily always parallel to my life, but I love them nonetheless.
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The magic moments go unrecognized, and then suddenly, the hand of destiny changes everything. But love is much like a dam: if you allow a tiny crack to form through which only a trickle of water can pass, that trickle will quickly bring down the whole structure, and soon no one will be able to control the force of the current. Love is a trap. When it appears, we see only its light, not its shadows.
-Paulo Coelho
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