There is a time in my life where all I could see was where it’s gone and not where I was going. It wasn’t that I was blind so much. I was just so busy reliving those moments over and over and over again in my soul that I couldn’t , that I couldn’t even be in the present anymore. It was heartbreaking. I’m still not really sure how I kind of ricocheted out of all these things .
I swear to you, I know the reds, blues and yellows, they saved me. Made me whole again. The textures and the patterns in the patchworks moved the stars for me.
