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And all that we built,
and all that we breathed,
and all that we spilt, or pulled up like weeds
is piled up in back;
it burns irrevocably.
(we spoke up in turns,
'till the silence crept over me)

Bless you
and I deeply do
no longer resolute
when I call to you

But the water go so cold,
and you do lose
what you don't hold.
from 'Sadie' by Joanna Newsom

There are always things happening that I wouldn't like to happen. And they happened. I wouldn't like to be too enigmatic about this, but you don't necessarily need to know about these things, I just always feel like explaining and excusing myself for the things I do. (and for the things that I don't, for that matter. I'd like to be back and active here, as always! But I know better than to make promises now.)

But of course we are loosing things on the way. And it is all right, it's just hard cope with it, that's all. I love Joanna's words so much.
It's okay and I am fine, but it does burn irrevocably to think about all the things that I will never have again and faces I'll never see again and voices I'll never hear again.

Paper texture from: [link]
... do you think it would be better without it? I never know, paper always looks so pretty

Description
And all that we built,
and all that we breathed,
and all that we spilt, or pulled up like weeds
is piled up in back;
it burns irrevocably.
(we spoke up in turns,
'till the silence crept over me)

Bless you
and I deeply do
no longer resolute
when I call to you

But the water go so cold,
and you do lose
what you don't hold.
from 'Sadie' by Joanna Newsom

There are always things happening that I wouldn't like to happen. And they happened. I wouldn't like to be too enigmatic about this, but you don't necessarily need to know about these things, I just always feel like explaining and excusing myself for the things I do. (and for the things that I don't, for that matter. I'd like to be back and active here, as always! But I know better than to make promises now.)

But of course we are loosing things on the way. And it is all right, it's just hard cope with it, that's all. I love Joanna's words so much.
It's okay and I am fine, but it does burn irrevocably to think about all the things that I will never have again and faces I'll never see again and voices I'll never hear again.

Paper texture from: [link]
... do you think it would be better without it? I never know, paper always looks so pretty