"It's weird to think that in this very moment someone is lying alone in their death bed, balancing between life and death or reuniting with an old lover tightly wrapped in a warm embrace or writing a suicide note, pondering different ways to say goodbye right in this moment someone's heart is fluttering from a first kiss and someone is breaking from a goodbye." 

~ H.C. ~

Crying Woolf

The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.

Virginia Woolf

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I am a wildflower you discovered on your daily nature walk.

I am a simple species, or so I like to believe.

Lacking the extravagance of certain exotic and favorite blooms, I often sway in nature’s hidden rooms. 

When you find me you will know whether I am a keepsake, replaceable, or merely admirable.

Then, by how the sun continues shining on my face or if I feel a new embrace

– I  will  know  too.