pictures painted by your hand
will never look the same again.
the colors run, the colors fade.
what once was bright
has now turned to grey.
there is a place in which i keep.
the parts of you and me.
as they were meant to be.
as just a memory
“The Buddhists say if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that’s not the one. When you meet your ‘soul mate’ you’ll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation”
Monica Drake- Clown Girl (via tropicalrainstorm)