It’s not started yet. It never will.

I am waiting. Waiting for fruits to ripe, waiting for flowers to blossom, waiting for a heavy rain, waiting for spring to come, waiting for the sunshine, waiting for my mom to get very pissed and kick me out of the bed. I am waiting. Waiting for the water to boil, waiting for my tea… Continue reading It’s not started yet. It never will.

An intricate yarn.

  When your wool doesn't match the right needle... Ever since I was a little girl, I've always believed that the golden rule of being in any kind of relationship is to keep the most important thing to oneself. If I don't point out the mistakes, if I don't reveal my true feeling, or if… Continue reading An intricate yarn.