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Again! They haunt me! The shoes I bought and returned because they were too high (for me). Sigh. 

Adorbs!

Oh Land - Rainbow

A 20-year-old Brigitte Bardot with Austrian actor Carl Moener at the 1955 Cannes Film Festival

The mind, it races, restless and searching for something-anything than the thoughts that are running through it. It tricks you, and the memories it searches for leave a slight smile on your lips, but it soon fades as reality sets in. The mind continues this process until you’re mentally exhausted and nothing feels real anymore. 

The more tricks your mind plays, the more your heart cries tears of sorrow, and you start feeling smaller and smaller until you feel yourself fading away into nothingness. Then the physical pain begins and the tears start to roll down your face, your heart clenches into its cage, trapped and helpless to the pain inflicted to yourself, from yourself. 

Your eyes close hoping the feelings and thoughts will fade but they just intensify and crush you from within. So you start to distract yourself with other thoughts, other things to make your heart stop breaking. It works for a moment or so, but those dark thoughts never fully disappear and attack you in unexpected ways. 

Behind every smile, every word, every thought, there it is, always lurking and ready to take you to that dark place again. You didn’t always have this curse, once feeling invincible, now you are as helpless as ever. But no one knows this, only your racing mind and shattered heart. The only way to ease them both is to make the mind dance with poison and confuse the heart with love’s lesser counterpart.