It's been almost a year since I last came here. And as always, what brings me back here is always when the heart is tired. Is weary. Is disturbed. Is confused.

It only takes a small thing to ruin something perfect.

A chip in the glass.

A missing page of a book.

A forgotten spice in a dish.

A crinkle in a dress.

A black spot on a white sheet.

A single sentence.