A discussion with my inner self.
Attempting to find the true heart of a country.
Musings on finding home.
Some more optimism today!
Memories and musings, my relationship with nature.
I carry my heart upon my sleeve
Though it’s a foolish act
To let it sit so openly
Exposed to all that harm
I carry my nerves upon my skin
Where they throb and pulse
They swell with all my troubles
Until they’re fit to burst
I carry my hopes upon a string
Like a kite they flutter high
Though when the weather turns on me
My dream kite crashes down
I carry my dreams upon my tongue
Both the bitter, and the sweet
I let them linger in my mouth
Until they are forced away