Lost in a requiem of chaos…
A dream within a dream…dissimilar yet simultaneously similar as if pages from her life’s book…torn apart, reassembled haphazardly.
While, improbable…nevertheless, making a new whole from the sum of its disjointed parts.
Past and present fragments collide…
΅〜 ೋ ♥ ೋ 〜΅
I’ve been away and I’ve missed you, each….one…of…you. This is my way of attempting to condense the past few months.
The inherent tendency to withdraw is fierce in me. I’m working on it.
I’m fighting it.
I’m grateful…so very grateful, for *you*.
΅〜 ೋ Christina〜 ೋ 〜΅