Many apologies for my peculiar absence this week. Life has seemingly boarded some sort of carnival ride, perhaps a spinning teacup. Everything is going to be different from here, and that scares me a little... and yet I know that it isn't such a bad thing.
In a silence full of life, I came to such terms with death. As if I looked the future in the eye through a keyhole to my past lives. Many brooding moments spent over delicious cups of warm tea and strawberry cupcakes with sparkles and creamy frosting. Not such a bad setting to come to terms with yourself.
They have been truly remarkable, these past few days. I have so dearly missed that solace and bubbly joy. Something that I think got lost along they way when I started to lose myself. Perhaps there is even a small hope left for the hopeless romantics such as little me. Maybe even a road marked with days of warm sunshine and cozy snuggles under the covers with dear old friends.