Some days, I just want that breath of fresh air. To run in a field and finally take that deep breath that right now I feel would make me feel a hundred times better. I want to feel the grass in-between my toes, lay down and watch the puffy clouds pass by. I really hope that's what heaven is like, just the knowing you have so much space, and freedom, and to watch something so lovely just pass you by. I know I could spend eternity doing that, as well as having the people you love near by. To watch the trees sway, and too smell the flowers through the air, the scent of freshly cut grass, the sun shining down but the wind blowing slightly so the temperature is just right. I want to run until I can't run anymore, bare feet... in a dress... with my hair blowing everywhere.
Sounds so simple, at least in the summer, but it's not. There's never that perfect place I can feel who I am. I feel so suffocated in my mind, and in my soul. There's so much stress, and anger, and hurt clouding my being right now.
Having grandma and grandpa's house was just like that. If only I could have somewhere like that again, maybe I could feel whole again. I could figure everything out, and think clearly. Maybe I wouldn't feel so depressed and worn out, If I could just breathe....
Patience is key, I suppose....
Sounds so simple, at least in the summer, but it's not. There's never that perfect place I can feel who I am. I feel so suffocated in my mind, and in my soul. There's so much stress, and anger, and hurt clouding my being right now.
Having grandma and grandpa's house was just like that. If only I could have somewhere like that again, maybe I could feel whole again. I could figure everything out, and think clearly. Maybe I wouldn't feel so depressed and worn out, If I could just breathe....
Patience is key, I suppose....
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