a home with large windows. wooden floors. a backyard where yellow roses frame a view of an empty ocean. there is an abundance of stars that glisten in the water. this is one of the many dreams i’ve whispered to the moon, who is full of secrets. secrets that don’t need to be said aloud.
she watches me try to balance being a good daughter and being true to my desires. she knows how badly i wish the two would overlap more often.
she warns that such freedom is loneliness.
i remember a time i laid below the night sky. the plethora of stars reflected endless possibilities: home with large windows. writing poems in mexico. coffee with friends. walking on portugal beaches. sipping wine in italy. bountiful sleep in the arms of my lover.
a shooting star combusts across the sky, and i wonder if this was a dream, too.
I like your writing style. Keep going.
Thank you for your comment. That means a lot to me. =]
heeey i remember you! omg its been so long :’) and your writing is still so lovely, missed you xo
it has been a while! i’m trying to still keep writing. thank you for your comment. i look forward to reading your posts, too 🙂