It is raining right now. I have a bed full of love all curled up under blankets. The rain is fitting for my mood…
Pensive. Deep in thought. Layers unfolding peeling back the raw, the what used to be. The wondering how and when will it change. The wishing for hope but never seeming to make it above the clouds. So the clouds come to me, to pick me up and carry me where my feet won’t go. My heavy heart in the stillness of the moment. Relief. Carry me to the waves and let me fly and let me sleep.
sleep little bird, sleep.
