My cup overflows with life. It spills over the edges and I have not time to catch it. Life slips through my fingers, but I don't mind. My cup is full.
I've been drawing a lot more. I suppose that's because I can't seem to find the words to describe how I've been feeling. Happiness, solemness, quietness, laughter, reflection, doubt. My cup is full. My life is full.
Hope to be writing soon.
xx. Sarah.
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