The texture of commitment hasn’t been a grandiose cinematic score. Daily, it feels more like a Bach Suite -- sweet, rhythmic, flowing, precise, simple.
The wages of war are swinish, dark, bottomless. Yoga is practiced for one reason, uniting body, spirit, mind. The wages of Yoga are breath light energy.
I was wearied from waiting for you to come around. And tired... of allowing what you said to control the course of my days, my weeks, my months and years.
I know that one day I will meet someone who loves me truly. Someone who knows how to properly love. That’s the thing about young love: we’re too naive.