& in the fragrance of yesterday I'll bow my head in humility to pay respects to the child that roamed free.
For she was a mischievous character who tended to nature, heeding the wind's call.
She was a ferocious mine, eager to answer the precarious pondering of mental illness and abandonment.
She was confused because she was young and couldn't handle such complexity.
She found solace in lavenders.
A scent that rooted her in spirituality and happiness. A scent that reminded her of happiness and rebirth. A scent that provided her refuge from the uncertainty of life. A simple embrace from the mystic himself. A simple flower carried her through tedious transitions and remained a stable symbol in her ever shifting life.
Bowing her head in humility she prepares to transition into the next chapter of her life.
The world inside / the house is empty, and you're hanging on- to the railing one final time, before your father starts the engine / you're moving out / you're gone deep into your book, the one you took (from the library with no intention of giving back) so long, childhood; so long: shadows expanding on the lawn as you sink into your thoughts / into the wall, feshly painted so the house would sell, reading: receding: what you could never tell your parents. [ ... ] "Let's go," your mother calls, but you're no longer there. She doesn't notice that you're staying / it isn't you who is obeying, exiting the door.
so you left we didn't say goodbye ignored the current state of things i won't think about my state of mind i had plans to kiss you today but it just didn't seem like the right time a very awkward hug, we parted ways i didn't look back