I'm budding too:
Last year I saw the Tree of Life at the Toronto International Film Festival with Danie.
It was good. I was in a fucked up state. I longed for change. I wanted something momentous in my life. I wanted to grow wings or make them like Icarus. Now, I'm cozy again. I've met some incredible people who have taught me a lot about myself. Through them, I learned to break old habits and heartbreaking patterns. I'm so thankful.
This is the bud of the bud of the tree called life. It's a secret. Written on our inside.
Sometimes it just blossoms. And out of nowhere it stares you in the face. And tacit understanding happens.
I'd write more but March was exhausting. I'm sleepy and tomorrow is the middle of a week that began a few seconds ago.
Good night.
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