it all falled apart. it took a little bit more than a second, but barely. love was in the house, there were sunny breakfasts in the balcony, music playing while we shower together, the cat jumping one lap to the other, planning kids and discussing kids names, walls painted blue and green, bikes in the garage waiting for Spring and then, barely more than a second latter, all gone. don't ask me what happened. my heart still swings between a early middle life crises and a total lie from the beggining but it doesn't really matter anymore.
today it doesn't matter. or, to be honest, cos it's still 5pm, now it doesn't really matter. maybe later, at night, maybe a song, maybe a book line, maybe a word, or a picture or just a memory will pop up and steal this quietness of yellow and tea and flowers from me. but now it doesn't really matter.
past belongs in the past and these pages are new and they smell like flowers and today has been a good day and one should always plant good days.
today I'm planting good days. it's Spring, the ground is warm and moist and saturdays are great days for gardening.
