Every day, it seems I walk the tightrope; the fine line between the path to love and the path that separates. There are things that I still try to control...like my feelings, the world around me, trying to make things better for others. I forget that even in the hardest times, when the ephemeral moment passes, when it's time to let go, as difficult as it is for me, I place my hand over my heart and trust. And Ines carries me back to love.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Artista de Flores
Every day, it seems I walk the tightrope; the fine line between the path to love and the path that separates. There are things that I still try to control...like my feelings, the world around me, trying to make things better for others. I forget that even in the hardest times, when the ephemeral moment passes, when it's time to let go, as difficult as it is for me, I place my hand over my heart and trust. And Ines carries me back to love.
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Beautiful an intimate piece, thank you for sharing your feelings. By the way if Ines is the artista de flores you are the artista de pan.
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