friday no.1 //
we are the best cure and the most nourishing balm for our kind. we formed a sense of aeolian (almost encompassing) love and respect for ourselves and eachother, that outranks all the pitiful and the soulless - makes them become an art form too. it's really, only, when we water our hopes, nurture them, let them drink the rose sunlight, embrace the heart of the earth, is when we see our truest and brightest blossom. smile. its one of your greatest blessings.
// szaffi.