Mrs-Freestar-Bul

Waiting for that salty breeze to carry my feather like weight Away further and one morning I will hug the shore and kiss the bits of that sand as they call You are home Here Broken, paper thin memories Rusty laughter rings again We waited you came My eyes full of cotton clouds and I lay there, my heart at peace and I dream You

When the sun and the earth were in love, ever young I was born on a full moon with silver clarity I'm that woman who sleeps on olive groves Who makes angels fall in love with men's daughters And lets herself be tricked by your sweet spells Who obeys the very impulse of her  heart Do you know who I am, where I came from ? I live where stars grow bigger on a light breeze Where butterflies were once flowers Where God blessed my garden in Eden with peace There, I lay on a cloud softer than foam When the day splits into two halves, you see me My steps are as light as those of a chamois My hair running wild; wings of an evil crow My mouth has the

It has been a year since I last saw you mom. And there is something about a year, because it's not two months, four or six months, it's one year. The back of my mind is yelling ow my god it has been one year. I managed not to cry from missing my family all this time, I made it, I put this thing whatever it is on my heart and I didn't let it hurt or feel pain from missing them. I have no idea how I did it, but I did not cry from longing all this year. So my mind is trying to convince me that it's fine now, it keeps saying you can let go, feel what you need to feel, you did great, let it go, cry, feel sad. Because it has been one long year. I