aureate
The birds flying amongst the branches of the trees, blending in. Discovering the beauty of their surroundings, taking in their environment. To be one of those birds; that is what I want. To fly openly, to travel and to go where I will. To move wherever the wind takes me.
Bricks. Your arms around me, your cheek pressed firmly against mine. All I remember from a moment that should have been so special.. was the bricks behind his head. My eyes fixed on their fading copper color and acted as a scapegoat for all of my emotions.