I'm just waiting for the smell of freshly cut grass and the sound of airplanes going by, creating white lines in the sky. I wish for the nights I can sit on the swing in the back garden with my barefeet feeling the air as I go back and forth into the air and out from the reality of the harsh world. When it gets warmer, things feel better at least. This summer will be about job hunting and volunteering as well as travelling and resting. I should try and prepare for next year too.
the grass between your toes,
a kiss upon your nose.
a ladybug comes to sit,
as a butterfly whizzes by.
here's an apple from the tree,
it's not quite ripe yet for me you see.
on the horizon the sky is blue,
and i daydream and think of you.
the warmth of the sun on my back,
forever,
forever,
this time shall last.
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