Follow me.
I'll show you something I want you to see.
We'll run away, through the fully flowered, tall-standing hills, overflowing with life, like your smile when you spoke your dreams.
Can you hear the wind in your ears, the rustling against the grass, or the footsteps in the soft ground? It's like the music you speak with your comforting, honest words.
Can you feel the sweet scent of flowers all around you? It's like your welcoming room, when we meet, to stay together and laugh and cry.
Can you see the light around us? The hills, so full of colors, the sky, so clear and bright, like your radiant eyes when you gazed at the truth.
Can you feel how warm it is? Like what I feel when you are, simply, you.
So just be you.
YOU ARE READING
As Thoughts Come
RandomA collection of proses and poems I may or may have not mostly written at 12 am, or with 3 hours of sleep. Most of the things I'll post are incredibly experimental, since I'm really focusing on how to develop my style, so things may be all over the p...
