mindlesswriting
My mother used to sing me lullabies. She would hold me in her warm arms and somehow i would be comforted by terrible pitch and a technically very bad voice, but it was not the singing that would cause me to nod off, but the love surrounding every word.
i want a lullaby to envelop me. to wrap me up more than the blankets covering my body.
i want the lullaby to float out of your lips like hawks encircling the clear spring sky.