I will not die an unlived life. I will not live in the fear of falling or
catching fire. I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me, to make me less afraid, more accessible, to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise. I choose to risk my significance; to live so that which comes to me as seed goes to the next as blossom and that which comes to me as blossom, goes on as fruit.
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Short-est Stories
She kept crumbled paper notes, timetable-esque planners and feverishly scrawled journals close to her bedside. Some day there were to payoff, someday they were to be scrutinized as historical pieces!
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