little wings of gold

years have passed now,

is this the land of the living? I cannot tell. because all we do is sit in our own homes weeping between the yellow and turn a distracted eye to watch the window boxes grow.

don't look.  I'm tired of trying to accept something that should not be given to me.

take time, make time.

it has stopped raining and I miss it, albeit the danger it brought

(the floods),

but it was a soothing balm to my roughened heart.

the sky is lighter but mine feels darker. 

been thinking a lot about disappearing, like a few summers ago.

been thinking about the song line "no less God within the shadows, no less faithful when the night leads me astray" (wow).

been thinking that this summer has already started, and it is full of light and hopeful promises. 

been thinking that moving on h u r t s. but oh, does the hurt cause healing. 

I am craving that. (the healing)