I do not seek to understand WHY I love these words. I imagined that I would. I was interested to hear what other people had to say about it but when the time came to read what others gleaned from these words soo dear to me. I cringed.
I can appreciate that other people will find something different than what I find but I can’t bring myself to pick these words apart to defend my view.
Like crushing a pearl to see what makes it shine.
“the loveliest and saddest landscape in the world” that phrase has haunted me. The image is one that I treasure. I plan on having that image tattooed onto my inner wrist in the future. I’ve been carrying that plan around since I first started getting tattoos. I’ve only put it off because I can’t convince myself that my left wrist is ready to carry and expose daily what I feel is a very personal glimpse into what I hold dear.
