completely mesmerized by the photography of mariam sitchinava
longings for the old short hair come back when I see these pics
plans for paris are underway & these days are all writing and furrowed brows


When I first began to love God I thought I'd fallen in the ocean,
but I was only on the beach.

then i entered the water and was thrown back on shore 
and then washed again by the waves.

God, why did i want this love?


what is this back and forth?

- Hafiz