I don’t know,
maybe I’m fucking crazy
But I swear I can feel the trees in my veins,
they are begging to take me home.
The wind is starting to become a part of me,
making love to my soul.
Maybe it’s fucking mad
But the birds keep talking to me,
they think I’m one of them.
My feet in the soil and I’m disappearing
I don’t know how much longer I can stand this,
the river might just take me home.
The only thing I ask,
is that you come with.
she told me of the birds
the way they tell her stories
whisper to her soul
she told me about their wings
feathers soaked in tears
she said they hold her secrets
and fly them overseas
it was madness and i knew it
i needed her.
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Can you imagine?
To live without fear of judgement, without fear of falling
To live in a way that others feel safe and loved in your presence
To not only be forgiving but to never take offense
To not just feel connected with a few but with all
To know that everything you need is within you
To know when to fly away and when to stay
To be at peace.
Can you imagine that freedom?