I tell myself that I am living. I know I am living. There is so much life in my days. I create joy out of nothing. I find magic where others see nothing. My compass for beauty is remarkable and going for a walk with me means walking slowly. It means catching people’s eyes, stopping to marvel at raindrops on a leaf that look like tiny mirrors,... See more

My heart is full and my pages are full but do they make sense to anyone but me? I cannot communicate it, I cannot write it, because I feel like I am not living.