oh, to be like the tress, shedding their leaves
each one a little love letter, trusting that spring will come.
parts of my heart go missing
because they are needed somewhere else
that friend, whose parents are mad but won’t tell him why.
that friend, who just broke up and whose heart doesn’t know what to do now.
that friend, who faced his inner demons bravely – only to realize that the journey had only just begun.
that friend, who is expecting his first child and sometimes is a little scared.
that friend, whose father died unexpectedly.
that friend, who’s recovering from illness and has to learn that things are different now.
that friend, who’s following her dream but struggles to make a living from it.
all of us, facing life each day, drinking the cup it’s handing to us.
thank you M. for the dandelion picture
I have recently started to follow the blog of the incredible author Patrick Rothfuss. I love his writing, he is a great storyteller and a magician with words. He wrote a wonderful blog post on Valentine’s Day and one sentence from it hasn’t left my mind ever since:
This is a sort of love, you realize. The negotiation of desires.
This is my story connected to it and a tribute to one of the most lovable but also stupidest cats that ever were, Hermann from Berlin.