We need a letter that’s like i & u together for when we’re doing stuff like this, he said & I hugged him & said a lot of people want a letter like that.
Ja ich weisz, das will jetzt niemand mehr sehen... aber genau so war die letzte Woche hier, die Fotos sind von Samstag. Grau und bitter kalt. Das immer wieder versprochene Frühlingswetter kam erst gestern ein wenig hier an und ich frage mich, wo all die Schneeglöckchen bleiben, die ich jedes Jahr im Garten habe. Noch kaum etwas da. Aber ich fand es so schön, wie das Kind seine Händchen neben die Vogelspur gedrückt hat, so etwas zu entdecken, das sind so kleine Glücksmomente...
Someone once told me that people will do anything for love & I had a hard time believing that because there’s Love everywhere. In the sunlight & air & trees & rocks. In the way words attach themselves to the things we do & see. In the heartbeat (beat beat beat) of the world.
They told me that didn’t count. Love only counts if you get it from other people, they said.
I looked around & all I could see were people wanting love, but not wanting to give it because it might hurt. Or because someone might say Go away. Take your Love & go someplace else where people actually want it (which is silly, because that’s everywhere)
It still makes me wonder if the only reason people will do anything for Love is because they think there’s only a little bit
