this morning i am still. everything around me spins. but i am still.lastnight, C came here mid-blogpost (lol that's a real term now) and gave me 17minutes to get ready for a supermodel-themed 28th. i got to see people ive missed. and wear heels for the first time in a while. two realisations came of lastnight: one which felt like a boulder crashing through my heart. one which made me feel like i was flying. also, a certainty in the brilliance of my 'cycle of trust' theory, which kinda makes me sad.
blackbelt, to answer what you once asked me: "There are hidden messages in every paragraph, in every line; in every breath I took whilst writing it."i hope that this week brings.. sunshine. truth. long hair. laughter. custard. happy birthday madiba*