I dream about not being needed, having silence like my favorite instrument song, and my mind put on do not disturb. Letting the dead leaves fall, instead of hanging onto tears. I want a break from the stitch and fix, maybe I can get to know myself and what gives my heart oxygen. I been craving that cup of coffee while not in a rush, sipping and breathing at my own pace while smelling the fresh air. Sleeping in while the sunshine hits my skin and staying up late with my doodles and notes. A backyard full of fruits and veggies, or maybe write a short story while it’s storming and the thirsty garden is blooming. No lists, just swinging until I find a spot to jump on this map, that is my journey. I find gratitude in space, silence, nature, slow living. I am going to start over with the moon and the stars.
