I long for another life,
Far from the bustle of the city.
A place where I can breathe without a cough .
This world is far too big for me,
Too many stories being written and forgotten.
I want to relish the sound of silence.
Hold it close.
I’ve built a word all inside my head
Forest as far as the eye can see
A little log cabin with a patio, and a perfect green garden,
With all the flowers I could ever wish to smell
To be alone is to be free.
The scent of pine in the air,
Birds chirping all around me,
A large oak tree where I can read under the gentle caress of the sun
Maybe I'll get there some day
For now, I'll keep dreaming
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 1:23 PM UTC
I long for another life,
Far from the bustle of the city.
A place where I can breathe without a cough .
This world is far too big for me,
Too many stories being written and forgotten.
I want to relish the sound of silence.
Hold it close.
I’ve built a word all inside my head
Forest as far as the eye can see
A little log cabin with a patio, and a perfect green garden,
With all the flowers I could ever wish to smell
To be alone is to be free.
The scent of pine in the air,
Birds chirping all around me,
A large oak tree where I can read under the gentle caress of the sun
Maybe I'll get there some day
For now, I'll keep dreaming