Thursday, June 28, 2012

Happiness is like stepping onto a frozen lake for the first time each winter. Hearing the creaks, groans, and cracks. Never trusting your footing. Always careful, unsure, timid. Holding your breath as if it will make you lighter, as if that way the lake might not notice you, might not crumble and plunge you into the icy water lurking below.

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