I’m so so tired.
You grow, change, put on a new face everyday.
You sigh, hope, dream.
Imagine the people we’d be if we didn’t have the stress. What’s your wish?
Who are you? Not with the worlds view of that. Who are you in your inner bones? What are you behind what the world has made us?
I come home from work and my head is heavy. I want a little garden and a guitar and animals everywhere. If I promise to not bother anyone, if I put it down in writing. Do you think we could ever just let each other - be?
