Kitchen

When was it I realized that, on this truly dark and solitary path we all walk, the only way we can light is our own? Although I was raised with love, I was always lonely.

No matter what, I want to continue living with the awareness that I will die. Without that, I am not alive

: Will it happen again?

When we were in each other’s arms, I knew something that was beyond words. It was the mystery of being close to someone who is not family.

As it turns out, it was love.

Growth and the overcoming of obstacles are inscribed on a person’s soul.

When was it I realized that, on this truly dark and solitary path we all walk, the only way we can light is our own?

this world there is no place for sadness. No place; not one.

Although I was raised with love, I was always lonely.

When I’m dead worn out, in a reverie, I often think that when it comes time to die, I want to breathe my last in a kitchen.