our lifes beneath the trees
A bit of happiness out of nowhere, no reason and no direction. like a tender echo residing loosely inside a hollow chest for just a little while. for just this little while, a little smile. so forgive the clumsiness of my words and the rudness of a stranger. but i think i owed to let you know. so here are the words you’ve let me borrow and a polaroid picture which belongs to you.
Upon the grass lie pearls of mist. Surrounded by mountains and memories. Rotten trees and quiet steps. Slowly but steady. Heavy as a feather as the leaves fall and in the valley of clouds where the old donkeys lives. And all I'd loved I loved alone.
The summer winds make people restless