"Look at the stars, look how they shine for you..."
I wish you could see how beautiful the sky looks tonight, swathed in shades of dark purple, aubergine and dusky grey-blue. It reminds me of you, or more specifically of nights spent sitting on the steps by the lake after we got home from the firework show, smiling so wide that it hurt and pointing out small swatches of the aurora borealis poking through the stars.
That irreplaceable feeling of camaraderie as we all stood side by side, so close that you could feel the heat radiating off of those next to you, enjoying the closeness without having to actually touch anyone, just knowing that the others were there and grinning widely as we traced shapes in the stars.
I miss those nights. Lawn chair piled into the backs of vans, more people than legally allowed squeezed on in between seats and the same old country station blasting the whole night through. There's something ethereal and otherworldly about nights like that, especially when spent in the company of so many special people that hold places so close to my heart.
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With Broken Wings (2013)
Poetry"Take these broken wings and learn to fly again." This is my own personal story of overcoming my demons and my grief. I define my recovery. ι'ℓℓ вє уσυя ѕнσυℓ∂єя тσ cяу ση, уσυя яσcк ωнєη уσυ'яє ησт ѕтяσηg ι'ℓℓ вє уσυя нєαят ωнєη ιт'ѕ вяσкєη, му α...
