It
is not as if I have it all together. As if I have all the pieces of
my life in place, as I would have them. Instead, they are scattered,
some here and some there, and others, there and here. Do not find it
strange if you do not find a constancy within me. If today I am full
of sunshine, and tomorrow I am full of darkness, it is because my
life is not yet a finished painting.
K. oni
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