An Imperfect Storm

Anonymous

An imperfect storm.

My grandmother was a model, she had a stroke and paralyzed her left leg and arm. She wasn’t a model anymore.

I once believed in Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and all of the above, then he threw me into the imperfect storm of reality. You never know what is going to happen in extactly one minute, so live it to the fullest.

You never see the hurricane until its close enough to hurt you. You don’t love the music until the music loves you you don’t read the script, the script reads you, you dont see the art, the art sees you