Before and behind us, weaving in and out like rainbows through clouds. Bursts of vibrant color and every now and again a splotch of grey or black is thrown in the mix.
Keeping me alive yet letting me see the darkness and feel the pains of it, too.
I thank you for that.
Endless fields, vast horizons and sunsets make me happy. The rain on my face feels refreshing and the lights in the sky fascinate me. Maybe I hear you better this way. or maybe Im just so lonely that my imagination is 10 times better than real life. But isn't it always?
Just give me a boat and a paddle.
I feel safe all of a sudden.