« Back to blog

When you believe

They don't always happen when you ask 
And it's easy to give in to your fears 
But when you're blinded by your pain 
Can't see the way, get through the rain 
A small but still, resilient voice 
Says love is very near, oh [Oh] 
There can be miracles (Miracles) 
When you believe

Dying from nostalgia )': 

This reading week is also very crazy. That intention to rest, reconsolidate and refresh is going to have to suffer another postponement. 

So it looks like I am back to the same old cycle of overscheduling and wind up finding how many things are clashing. Old habits die hard. 

Nonetheless. I had such a good time when Sam came over <3 Meaningful conversations and then doused with all that frivolity. I love you Sam.