I need a favor. I need you to just listen and not speak, and slightly ignore me. I’m letting out an idea, a thought of sorts, one that roams through my brain and makes a disaster that has retorts.

There is beauty in even the softest touches. There is love in even the worst mistakes. There is pain in even the most beautiful of faces. And there is wonder in even the oldest of places. In even these places lie my hopes. In even these places lie my dreams. It is only here where time holds still. Where we each run past with ideas and faith. Where we each reach out for a familiar face. Perhaps I am crazy, quite lost and undefined, but it is here in this place that I find, freedom is free and peace is of one mind. It is odd here. Unique and quite different. Gorgeous and very terrifying. It is scary here, in this place where you can be. Because here will lie the truth we all seek. In this place where time stands still, we all will wonder, ponder and think. In this place we will find ourselves and who our hearts belong to. It is this place that I hope to belong to. In this world of fear and imperfections. In this world of loss and no direction. It is here that lies my empty field. My empty field of grass so green, of honeycomb in the air… my empty filled with dandelions in the wind and crisp leaves in my feel. In this field, so empty and green, lies my heart, open too. And there in my heart will secrets unfold. My story out, never untold. It is this place that lives in that world. It is this place in which I will unfurl. My final hope lies in thee, that you shall let, your place find me.. For only then, will you see, what has been living inside of me.