Deeply profound, if you can make it through the text.
Adapted from Em Pablo
Heart, no longer homeless
In the winter, my heart, such as drifting snow, misty and lonely, difficult settled.
A long period of time, I will hide mood, I would not want it put into words. Beginning of spring, someone, something that really touched me, struck a chord.
I have to go slowly. I do not want to heart, wandering aimlessly.
Work too long, exercise too little, too little rest, find nourishment solely on four dollar Häagen-Dazs, wear discounted karen millen dresses. Passing a trace of panic in my heart. It seems, anxious, but not enough. I planned to quickly complete the tapestry “Love Eternal” cross stitch.
Some friends say you are so like the words of a woman, you put a lot of time in cross stitch, strange pity. I laugh lightly, do cross-stitch when I was very quiet. In the go-between, return to the original simple, trance, and I feel even thousands of years ago came through time and space, I am the embodiment of the inner woman to do embroidery. Heart, full of tenderness. Earth, being far away from me up.
Shu seen my persistent effort, he was afraid I was tired, and he was a bit distressed, advised me to give up; Shu said, “you should not have, you do not do a stitch! “He knows me, knows my biggest pains and passion. I have my own ideas, I would like Shu birthday, gave him this tapestry. Such a gift would be so special ah, karen millen dresses discount where each stitch, all loaded with my deep love, with my best wishes!
So I work on, sewing up cross stitch. My hands sweat easily, too hot, needs to be cooler to continue, to do cross stitch, simple and bright and clean. But, away from the normal hustle and bustle, far away from friends and the familiar because of cross stitch, and my heart something missing. I’m afraid to become no feeling, no thought, no reflection, no self, no connection of the people.
Things like Love not given, I am still somewhat a touch of melancholy and a little empty feeling.
Women’s tenacity and passion red arm bands, infected me, ideas of perfection moved me. I like finding beauty, seeing joy, understanding sadness, listening to the philosophical words of friends. Reading other people’s writing, running my own life. I can be ordinary, but I do not want nothing to do; I can be small, but I can’t stand no pursuit; I can be alone, but I don’t want to spend the night with me … Simple. Desolate. Lonely.
Leave yourself lightly. Your heart will find quiet peace, the beauty of bloom, from the impact of seasonal cycle, this is my persistence, the source of my efforts. Hard wind and rain came and I wonder if I have enough courage and wisdom to deal with.
I always seek strength from the words and inspiration. Contradiction, indecision, wandering, struggling in the inevitable course of my life, I always tried to control myself, laughing tears, tearful smile. I want quiet, quiet heart, happy calm. To feel the pace of time become light and beautiful. A certain period after an uncertain day. Different ages, different seasons, different state of mind, read the same text, see different sentiment.
Network too much, read many books that the scent of ink pervaded. I’m not uptight, except in books, I pay attention. I cherish books, get four times more online. Holding books to read, free and leisurely; online, convenient and comfortable. Always feel like I’m searching for that one cherished gem to place by the pillow. I can lean on it. I can hold it into sweet sleep.
In this life, I will forge deep affinity. I can not live up to the edge. I wish my heart, no longer wandering, no longer homeless to happiness in the text, in the arms and quiet.
My heart, this settled
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