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Well I just realized how absolutely lost I am without writing. I have returned.
At the river and summer dreams by Niilo Isotalo instagram.com/niiloi
Greece by Dimitris Tamvakos
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“What matters is that you’re loved.”
A statement that seems both loaded and empty
Truthfully, it does matter that I’m loved. It matters most. It is the fuel to my fire. My propellor.
However, I often think I wish to be loved the most. Or to be the only love.
Is that a selfish thought when love surrounds me so vastly?
What matters is that I’m loved.
Passionately, patiently, ferociously, selflessly and unconditionally
But does that mean that I must be the love?
I grapple with the issue nightly and daily as I watch this life pass me by.
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“head in the clouds, but my gravity’s centered”
Aida Makoto (1965-) Girls Don’t Cry, 2003 (90 x 60 cm) chromogenic print.