never waste a good curl day
Never waste a good curl day
that moment, when a song that brought you tears, as your heart bent out of shape and didn’t fit as comfortably in your chest, now brings a gentle smile. a curving instead of your lips and a shifting of your internals into more comfortable positions.
"If you could give one piece of advice to other kids, what would it be?"
"God is real and he can do miracles."
i have such a love-hate relationship with sundays. she is nostalgia for me. the way her hours pass stickily and slowly. some sundays i feel like i am crawling, fighting to get through her honey drenched ticking. and some sundays i dance along with her. slowly. sweetly. swaying to the sweet singing of the memories she hums to me.
my dear sunday. i thank you that you always bring a sense of healing. that no matter how hard i sometimes have to fight to get through, you still bring me light. you still bring the sun.