Minds marvellously feasting on daydreams without ever stopping to ask what is realistic.
Summer sun-kissed bodies making shapes, shadows of the clouds above.
When did it get so complicated.
Lost and losing sleep in the loose ends.
Tired of tragedies and hoping for healing.
She told me “All of this is nothing more than growing pains uplifting the new way, You’ve got to trust it.” and allowed the silence to formally close the chapter of learning let out through her lips.
All that seems complicated,
is simply asking
for a better way of being understood.