26 August 2015
My life is in pieces. It is little granules of sand slipping through my fingers. But there are these people who try and gather up each of these grains and whisper simple words. Hold on, they say, it'll be better, they say. The simplest of words that is honey. Honey that is my glue, honey that holds me together, honey that helps me pursue tomorrow.
Posted by sarah h. hwang at 26.8.15