Love…
…is a mystery to never completely solved. It is a question for which no complete answers exist. Every heart loves differently making as many different kinds of love as there are people.
From “Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman” by Haruki Murakami
I sometimes
think that
people’s hearts
are like
deep wells.
Nobody knows
what’s at
the bottom.
All you can do
is imagine by
what comes
floating to
the surface
every once
in a while.








