Autumns, roses, loves, leaves. Leavings and losings. Moons, stars, sorrows, souls. Forevers and goodbyes.
Fine webs spun off the tattered edge of a torn heart.
Broken
Bleeding
Beautiful
Pain. Ache. Loneliness. Things that make it hard to breathe. Things that make it easy to cry.
Things that turn on the light before we reach the switch.
The wishes we shouldn’t make. The things we don’t know we want. Endings leaving happiness to interpretation. Beginnings making unhappiness clear. The hope that turns the page. The rock that keeps us anchored. The robe that makes us feel safe while we dream.
The pocket that carries us.
Every song worth hearing. Every story worth reading. Has these. And they are the things that hold us.
While we listen.
Killyleagh Castle, Co Down, NI (Photo credit: Me)
Hazy Shades of Me 