Compassionate Listening Project
Where does peace begin?
“We all carry within us places of exile, our crimes, our ravages. Our task is not to unleash them on the world; it is to transform them in ourselves and others.”
~ Albert Camus
And you wasn’t . | via Tumblr on We Heart It
Every time I’m with people, I want to leave, go somewhere so that no one can find me. I often image myself in the water. It’s quite, cold, and no one can find you. A float in the waters, free from everything and anything. No one to cause problems with, no arguments with the world, and especially no one will remember me. Wouldn’t that be great?
(Sorry I can’t out read more and yea)
I know you left me almost 2 years ago but it still hurts just as much. I had a dream that we were having a sleepover and then I woke up and the reality hit me again that you weren’t here. I’ve never been able to Have the friendship we had. I miss you so much it hurts… I miss my best friend with all my life… I hope heaven is treating you well lovely. I wish I had adequate words but I really just miss you.
baby dragons that haven’t learned how to breath fire yet and just stumble around blowing smoke and trying to look as intimidating as their parents. dragon children that can’t control their fire and nearly set the entire forest on fire whenever they sneeze. teenage dragons whose voices crack whenever they try to roar. elderly dragons who gather the children around to tell them stories and blow smoke rings for them. dragons.