more than “letting go”

If you were standing at the edge of a cliff, or on the top of a building, and in-between your thumb and finger you pinched an object. Your phone, a rock, a feather even. If you dangled that object over the cliff’s edge, and let it fall from your grasp … you wouldn’t be able … Continue reading more than “letting go”


|Rambling Thoughts | & |Odd Journal Entries|

{1.} I like things that are constant. There's something comforting and safe about the idea of constant that I crave. A song that no matter how many times you listen, will always have a guitar strum two minutes in. The color of a person's eyes, the little flecks of gold mixed with green that shine … Continue reading |Rambling Thoughts | & |Odd Journal Entries|