Stitched

There are mornings when I wake up and feel so sad I could burst from the seams of my chest, but simultaneously am so in love with the world and grateful to feel at all that I can do little more than throw back my head and howl in laughter at the world. There are mornings when all I can do is look around me and wonder how much of my time I am wasting away.

09 December 2013 09:05