…I get stuck in driftwood in the rivers of our universe
someday you’ll see my face again
dream and dream and dream and dream again …
(Not my words. It’s just too beautiful.)
…I get stuck in driftwood in the rivers of our universe
someday you’ll see my face again
dream and dream and dream and dream again …
(Not my words. It’s just too beautiful.)
I equate dandelions with wishes.
It’s an old saying.
The way I believe in 11:11’s, wishing stars or fallen lashes.
And if I have all these magic to make things work, I will gather them tightly today.
I rarely hold on to something but last August was kind of amazing.
And how I wish, this year, I can say the same thing.