some images
it's a lovely day outside and yet i'm choosing the remain indoors. there's a whispering wind flowing through my windows knocking on my heart, asking permission to come in and carry with her the sunlight flying free hand in hand. in this attic room of mine, in this room i've known for 28 years... i close my eyes for a moment and picture all the memories and time spent here and cascade them all with one another. all images become one, all the wasted time and the moments spent well, all the songs and the tears and the pain and the joy thrown together and i see a weeping angel held and comforted by another. my eyes meet hers and her tears are my tears... i feel the warmth between us as she fades away, whispering to me to never forget as she flies away home, her job being done and done well...