Oh to be asleep and dreaming now.
To have my head on the pillow and not need to think about what is yet to come
or how to fill the time between now and then.
Oh the joy of long journeys and multiple time zones
and secrets that were never meant to be revealed.
Oh, how I love cooling storms after summer days.
The smell of wet pavement.
The black of dangerous skies.
There's so much potential.
Don't ever forget that you are worth more than all the stars in the sky.
He whispers.
It is barely audible.
But my heart hears and knows and rejoices.
And remembers.
Because in reality, it has always known. All along.
Sometimes reality is an anticlimax.
But I am living an adventure nevertheless.
To have my head on the pillow and not need to think about what is yet to come
or how to fill the time between now and then.
Oh the joy of long journeys and multiple time zones
and secrets that were never meant to be revealed.
Oh, how I love cooling storms after summer days.
The smell of wet pavement.
The black of dangerous skies.
There's so much potential.
Don't ever forget that you are worth more than all the stars in the sky.
He whispers.
It is barely audible.
But my heart hears and knows and rejoices.
And remembers.
Because in reality, it has always known. All along.
Sometimes reality is an anticlimax.
But I am living an adventure nevertheless.
Grow old along with me, two branches of one tree..
No comments:
Post a Comment