Angel

 One time i told him to stop the car in the middle of nowhere ,just so we could pick up dandelions from the side of the road. i picked a bunch ,we sped away with the car ,blew them from the window ,and then each of us went home. that day my diary had the title : flying fragile wishes

2/5/2016: it's summer already and the stars I've kissed blindly in the winter cold are coming out of their hiding in tribes I recognized my star from when the earth started feeling a little tender under my feet when the words I've sent her  echoed in my ears when a feeling to just be completely embraced ,enveloped washed all over me i then looked up to meet her gaze and my insides melted i went back to feeling myself as if i was under water all this time holding my breath and suddenly my needy lungs got the air they needed. Some are asking me to visit lands where my hands can cup a tree where all the flowers it knows are those that are in my hands those sprouting from my back and the ones on my head when i'll step foot in it .they are asking me to give it a chance that i don't have in me ,telling me that it's sunny just the way i like it. and i swear I didn't stay in the wind's lands alone for that long ,chose to build and rebuild my home alone after ev...