Life’s circular,just like anything else.You realize that it comes full circle at some stage of your life.So there’re no such things as ends or beginnings-only middles.I didn’t begin my life with you.We just linked hands somewhere in the middle.My life will not end.Somewhere in the middle it will change tracks.keep searching...that magic door is invisible
This blog is an interstice for me.A space. A niche sacred to me.It's a place I get back to whenever I feel the need to connect with the self.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
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