June 13, 2015
Sometimes I let my imagination run wild. And in that place where I go to meet you, you are happy and content. You have no concerns about the weather like you often do. Your hair is unkempt but in a good way, like you've found a way at last to let the little things go. It makes me glad seeing you that way. In that place where I go to meet you, your laughter is thick with hope. You pound on stuff as you laugh, like you can't be contained, it's almost scary to watch, how happy you have become.