words / 30

I wrote to find beauty and purpose,
to know that love is possible
and lasting and real,
to see day lilies and swimming pools,
loyalty and devotion,
even when my eyes were closed,
all that surrounded me was a darkened room.
I wrote because that was who I was at the core,
and if I was too damaged to walk around the block,
I was lucky all the same.
Once I got to my desk, once I started writing,
I still believed that anything is possible.”
–Alice Hoffman
{Paris in the Fall, Ryan S B, via here}

xo N

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