Tentative words are misunderstood.  Love slips away with impermanence.  Friends and loved ones move towards their own dreams and away.

In the end, alone.

Sometimes I think there can’t be anyone in the world who feels more alone than me; not “quite right” or lovable.

I want to hope for no reason other than to hope. The impulse to despair is equal for wonder.

Heartbreak is a symptom of vulnerability. It’s an edgy question. I keep the wall up until it’s brittle and can’t stand any longer. It was made of impermanence too.  I poke my head through my own exacting layers and a brick falls and crushes my pinkie toe. There would be no brick if I hadn’t put it there.

Destruction before creation or so they say.

An open heart is a target for everything including the most unexpected kind of love.

C) Marika Reinke – Adventures in Art with Heart, Humor and Spirit.

 

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