While people come and go... and things as well..
Awkwardly enough i find myself belonging to things/places more than to human beings!
I feel the wind and i can hear it talk.. I hear the hills breathe in and out like a sleeping beast..
I belong to my blanket, that when i was 5 years old.. i belonged to my pacifier
I belonged to the tree outside my window, and my room...my space ship that traveled with me all around
I belong to my notebook, to my CD'S , that song...
My desk!... my milky way, my secret keeper, my ever faithful friend!
Pieces of papers...most of all my teddy bears
Imagining a 28 year old still sleeps cuddling a teddy bear...she must be crazy
Believe me when i tell you i know such a person!
i dont know what that might be called ... i dont really care!
all i know that now i miss my teddy..
Awkwardly enough i find myself belonging to things/places more than to human beings!
I feel the wind and i can hear it talk.. I hear the hills breathe in and out like a sleeping beast..
I belong to my blanket, that when i was 5 years old.. i belonged to my pacifier
I belonged to the tree outside my window, and my room...my space ship that traveled with me all around
I belong to my notebook, to my CD'S , that song...
My desk!... my milky way, my secret keeper, my ever faithful friend!
Pieces of papers...most of all my teddy bears
Imagining a 28 year old still sleeps cuddling a teddy bear...she must be crazy
Believe me when i tell you i know such a person!
i dont know what that might be called ... i dont really care!
all i know that now i miss my teddy..
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