Jun 2015
"...There are miracles in the way their eyes linger, wishes in hands that are kept folded to still the trembling.
There is wonder in knowing that, someday, they will never have to let go, ever again.
This is what I fight for, this is what I've waited for, this is what gives me hope for the future.
This is what's meant to be.
...But late at night, when the bed that waits for me is empty, I fold wishes in my hands, and shed tears for what cannot be."
There is wonder in knowing that, someday, they will never have to let go, ever again.
This is what I fight for, this is what I've waited for, this is what gives me hope for the future.
This is what's meant to be.
...But late at night, when the bed that waits for me is empty, I fold wishes in my hands, and shed tears for what cannot be."
I had a day of multiple journal entries.
Of course, not all of it was worth mentioning, but I reread them recently, and I really liked this bit...
Of course, not all of it was worth mentioning, but I reread them recently, and I really liked this bit...
