Don’t hate your scars, appreciate their depth.”—Daniel Chidiac

someone sent this to me.

Cold windy night. Returned from work Tired apprehensive Hungry for life. She came like morning light peaking through a window that was open just a bit After a while she closed the window And gone was the light. Morning rolled into a cold windy night.

Inspiration

when she desperately clutched her dreams they would often wiggle free and swim away it wasn't until she learned to swim that it became clear ...they were trying to show her the way...