A whisper of my heart

Nothing special about this

There is this beautiful smell of our garden.
Catching my breath. It's eight o'clock and the sun has already set. All I'm thinking about is future. And If it is going to be as bright as in my dreams. And what I'll be like. If I'll be still writing my feelings down to let you know, when something is wrong. To let my mom knows why have I changed again.
If I'll be happy.
If we'll be waking up next to each other.
Or someone else.
Sometimes I'm scared when I realize that there are all of these questions and no answers.
But not now.
Not in this very moment. The sky is talking to me. With the dearest voice. Taking care of me. So I lie down. Find my place in the grass.
And listen.
To the sky and the world.
Carrying me away into all the beautiful places, I deserve to be.

-my thoughts