I haven't known what to say... nothing has been appropriate. Nothing has been meaningful, enough....If it wasn't for Paris, I wouldn't have remembered the beauty of being alive and the necessity of passion and wonder in living.
I ran away to Paris, and Paris saved me.
I continue to love, even when my heart is broken.
Because I have learned, that shutting down from loving, is not living.
I choose to love.
I choose the only thing that saves me.
Hope. Beyond Hope.
Trust your heart.
Get your heart broken. Then GO and love some more.
Some places change you at depth, and you are never the same.
Go seek, find these places within your body, within you, and never stop loving that soft place within your center that continues to hope when seemingly all hope is lost.
How can we heal? Love.