Morning.

The more I open my heart to gentleness, the happier I become.

This is lovely. I hadn't realized how much I missed such open tenderness.

Smoke; shake; scatter.

The past few days have not been good in terms of balance and happy mediums.

Shake.

It may or may not surprise you to find that I need to learn to be more gentle, at times, learn to check my tongue and remember the absolute delicacy of all people and the concept that I am not, in fact, reading some book; rather, I am alive and living, and the people around me are people as delicate and whole and pure and trembling as I am, not characters in a book, and my thoughts and words and actions shape them as much as theirs shape me.

I am not an unkind girl, not an ignorant one, but I am at times a bit rash and bit too disconnected from reality. I am trying to remember that I am not the only one made of flesh and bone and feeling.