i can still wake up. i can still hear the birds. feel the sun on my skin. i can still watch the tide rise. the little flowers keep on growing beneath us
(i run my fingers in between them)
how tall, how precious, how wet the grass is in my dreams! one more night to dream and to travel, and go back to that warm place. seven more days of reminding myself of the things i like, the places where i’ve loved. seven more days of trying (not) to remember it all
