scribblechic

Sometimes another’s words trigger a stream of thoughts otherwise unbidden, an awakening. I stumbled upon a sentiment, a casual comparison of love and art. Immediately I measured the limitations of such a sweeping generalization – the boundaries too structured for something as all consuming as love. In my mind love is like the air we breathe, experiences we gather into ourselves, moments in time that accompany us on a never ending journey.

Tagged: Love, Musings