I live my life until I start the cycle of my dreams, then I leave and search for you until I die. When I come back, I live to remember, I live to find you.
Quote: Wandering Souls, Molly Bryant
Listening to: the rumble of my thoughts, and the oft times erratic beat of my heart.
Doing? Today I’m in a weirdly somber mood. Last night I dreamed I was a farmer’s daughter with black, black hair. I remember the feel of sod beneath my feet, the smell of freshly turned earth and the pale green shoots of a new crop pushing up from the soil. I knew I lived with my father…
.. and I knew I loved where I should not. Tragically so. I saw him, my love, working among the fields his young brother in tow. All over again there was the overflowing joy, the fluttering of my heart, and the weakness of my knees when he looked up and smiled at me. His hair long and black, his smile generous, his body hard and honed with years of hard work. He was tall because I had to look up at him to gift him my smile.
I knew of stolen moments, of clear, crisp nights together beneath a sky full of stars. I also knew I had been promised to someone else by my father. I woke in the early hours of the morning crying like my heart was breaking and I have been in a blue funk all day…