White.

Some days are there to admit you're lost. You've lost something. It's not where you used to keep it.

Somethings you just have to leave behind, you might not know it, but you're making room for something else. Maybe bigger but maybe it will just be different.

I recall my past with a smile, I've got the gift of storing the good and smoothing down the bad. Like tea and its hint of bitterness.

I like to listen and I like to giggle.

C'est tout, I.