I miss summer days, wasted basking in warm sunlight, cradled by the green hills on that cool blank of long grass. Clouds passing over head being kneaded and molded by that far off breeze, I used to be jealous of them. That amorphous shape that everyone admires, the freedom to float by all day being what ever you seem to feel that day. A very child like freedom. Now clouds envy me, I've kissed the sun and caressed the crescent moon. I've floated in a sky of warmth more comforting than anything on the face of this planet. Barely, just barely my hands graced zen, my cares and troubles washed away, not burdened by thoughts or the outside happenings.
Stars I'll always envy, with that near eternal brilliance. The kind that makes people question their place in the world but fills them in awe instead of fear. That radiance that makes people look to them in the night, for hope, for guidance or just to enjoy the fact that they're their.But most of all I envy their ability to do ll these things while maintaining such a distance. Making you feel as if you can touch them while being so out of reach.
I have a star.
I hate attachment.
Stars I'll always envy, with that near eternal brilliance. The kind that makes people question their place in the world but fills them in awe instead of fear. That radiance that makes people look to them in the night, for hope, for guidance or just to enjoy the fact that they're their.But most of all I envy their ability to do ll these things while maintaining such a distance. Making you feel as if you can touch them while being so out of reach.
I have a star.
I hate attachment.
