Monday, 12 March 2012

olorcillo

Olorcillo, which means Whiff in spanish. I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flower's stem.


“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.”
Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum 

Why did u have to go? 
I could have worked things out...I could have set everything right if only , just if only I had u.  
 U have no right to make me love you if u cant love me, u have no right to be scared without me, u have no right to be out there...I'm still waiting, but nothing waits forever....what does?
you came in like a whiff of air, now...ur gone.Are u ?

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