The Wound is Where the Light Enters

Today a man with Alzheimer’s introduced himself to me four different times. Each time he told me I had the most beautiful smile that lit up the room. That means, four different times, he thought that deeply enough he absolutely had to tell me. Alzheimer’s is a shitty disease, but in that moment, he made me feel beautiful.

I wonder how long it takes or if it will always be there. But I suppose that’s the point of scars. To remind you where you’ve been.

glorioustriumph:

The reality is I feel a brokenness and I’m not sure what, if anything, will fix it. That’s honest. The most honest I’ve been. It’s a sufficient way to end this blog. 
I’m starting a new one, for several reasons, on a journey to feel whole again. 
If you want to follow me it’s:
http://kintsukur0i.tumblr.com/
If not, C’est la vie.

The reality is I feel a brokenness and I’m not sure what, if anything, will fix it. That’s honest. The most honest I’ve been. It’s a sufficient way to end this blog. 
I’m starting a new one, for several reasons, on a journey to feel whole again. 
If you want to follow me it’s:
http://kintsukur0i.tumblr.com/
If not, C’est la vie.

Someone told me today that I try to be invisible. I guess that’s true. It’s easier that way. I like the invisible. Air. Heat. Sound. Love. The best things in life are unseen. Unnoticed, yet hard to live without. I can live with being unknown, but maybe I can be felt.