I posted a piece of writing from the blog End of March a couple months ago. There is such beautiful/creative writing on this site and today I found this and fell in love:
If a heart can be broken and mended a thousands times, it becomes a castle of thread and crystals and glue and glitter. Sticky fingers. There are pieces made of silver and salt mines by the sea, turrets of cotton balls (for when it bleeds) and moats of crumpled letters to lost loves and enemies. I don't always know how to fix it. Keep thread in my pocket and a needle, just in case. Maybe next time I'll use red tape, to make the seams disappear.
-MJ, End of March
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