Age makes no sense at all.

Sometimes, these days  that are supposed to make me older, 

Actually make me younger.

Child of the earth, my 25 year old self finds herself going back in time.

Nothing makes sense, being a grown up sucks. 

But being a silly little kid, is the only way to be, sets me free.

It’s interesting how I grow younger, as my age grows older.

Things don’t make sense, but the way I’m laughing, like a little girl again,

I’m happier than ever.

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Nothing is scarier than feeling.

Once you realize you can control what you feel, life can kind of make sense.

When a song comes on and you burst into tears, you are feeling the song.

You understand that song, that time, as if nothing else exists besides your human soul and that song.

Sometimes the words other times the melodies. Some people feel so deep.

Deeper than roots can grow, deeper than the mountains whole.

We can pull the ocean waves back and forth and still feel it.

Don’t give up on yourself, nothing is wrong, this is you, this is life.

You are special if you can feel and understand what you feel.

Don’t become weak, when things seem scary, stand up tall, and plant your roots.

You can feel the sun’s heat, the moon’s light, love only deeper.

As the current takes you, sometimes it’s stronger than before, but don’t shake like a winter’s tree branch, just follow what you feel and let it be.

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The meaning of this life is whole and full.

Take only what you’ll need, leave some for the others.

The place where your soul sleeps at night, that’s what we call your home.

Wake up every morning, take all your trees and bees and scream towards the land.

Hear my soul

I can feel you in my mountains,

Blue, blue, blue.

When the sun rises, I know it’s you.

Through stars, I can still hear you.

Hear your soul, as it reaches out

For mine, the moon blinds me.

I can feel you in my mountains,

Blue, blue, blue.

Winding mountain trail.

Take me by my hand, fragile and weak.

As the river races, to meet the sparrows,

Only here in this room, we dance. Dance

Slowly, sway back and forth. Follow me,

As the music fills our souls, only we exist.

Loud as birds singing, the room begins

To turn into night. The stars fill the sky.

Believe me when I say my love never

Ends, it’s all for you. My light is on and

It’s past midnight. Trying to find myself

Through this day, through these months,

Through this year. I can see you at the

End of every tunnel. Bring your soul

And fresh water for me.

I need anything

I can get.

mood all day today is hozier~

I couldn't utter my love when it counted, but I'm singing like a bird about it now and i couldn't whisper when you needed it shouted but I'm singing like a bird about it now.....

When I visit the Cemetery, it’s always a Sunday. 

If you go to the cemetery on a Monday, you will regret it.

Mrs. Jones will be there, crying her heart out, like she has

For the past 22 years. She acts as if her husband just died.

He passed long ago, before the trees saw green leaves,

Before the rivers swallowed the woods whole. Every god

Damn Monday, Mrs. Jones will be there. If you go to the

Cemetery on a Tuesday, you will regret that. Mr. Harper

Will be there, praying at the foot of his daughter’s grave.

While the white lilac weep beside her, her father keeps

On praying. For reasons only he knows, the yellow sun

Will never glow. At least not on this cemetery anymore.

If you go to the Cemetery on a Wednesday, you’ll regret it.

Mrs. DaDalt and Ms. Susan will be there. These two

Ancient grandmothers walk their little dogs around the

Cemetery every Wednesday. While one has her curlers

Still in, the other chain smokes. I suggest you wait to

Visit. If you go to the cemetery on a Thursday, you will

Regret it right away. You will meet the landscape crew.

He is also known as, Creepy Richard. He doesn’t shower

For what looks like two weeks at least. The man wears the

Same overalls and flannel shirt, and he has no front teeth.  

And his hair looks like a silver wire brush, and snake tongues.

He has one glass eye and doesn’t speak English, that is Creepy

Richard. If you go to the cemetery on Friday, you will regret it.

Every Friday is Funeral Day. They have funerals only on Fridays.

You don’t want to be a part of someone you don’t know. I

Suggest you wait to visit the Cemetery. If you go to the Cemetery 

On Saturday, I know you’ll regret that. The Church people 

Come by and they bless every stone and every grave until

Sundown. Their generosity to the dead is nice, but don’t visit 

The Cemetery on Saturdays. On Sundays we visit the Cemetery. 

The beginning of the week or the end for some. The Cemetery

Is quiet as a library and as lonely as a black heart.

But no one will bother you on a Sunday, in the Cemetery.

When I visit the Cemetery, it’s always a Sunday.