Apr 2019
“I’m writing this somewhere secret, and green, and beautiful..
Sparkling water and intoxicating seclusion
That I should be drinking in with relief.
But all I can think of is how badly I wish you were here with me to share in this solitude.
We could wander for hours amongst blossoming weeds, and forget what happened that left us bereft”
Sparkling water and intoxicating seclusion
That I should be drinking in with relief.
But all I can think of is how badly I wish you were here with me to share in this solitude.
We could wander for hours amongst blossoming weeds, and forget what happened that left us bereft”
I have a beautiful and magical secret pond that I’ve found in my suburban neighborhood full of rules and watching eyes. For the first time since I moved here, I have somewhere I can sit and breathe.
It makes me miss my loved one, but pain can become beautiful.
It makes me miss my loved one, but pain can become beautiful.
