shuddering in this still wind; inside,
there is no breath or moments that are
touched or loved. i miss the warmth
of being constantly outside, the birds
that sing and leaves that lick my face
as i pass through their arms.
coming back to a place where things
rule lives, where rain is despised,
where community is set aside,
i am overwhelmed with what my
thoughts are; the ache in my heart
the everlasting longing for the people,
the landscape, the simplicity;
i found love
in a hopeful place
(Source: boldaslust)
