Peeking out the window from different bedrooms most nights, feeling the cool Winter air hit my face while I twisted my neck toward the stars looking for the Aurora herself. Snow surrounds every footstep I took. Every train ride I cherished ...the long, dark & starry nights. It's Norway, it's Scandinavia. It's where I wish to be. The arctic. Above that pretend Arctic Circle.
All around me are constant reminders... the photo albums on my shelves, the framed photographs on my walls, the distant memories of everything written above.
Pillow up against the head of my bed, listening to more instrumentals. My rose red duvet rests a top my half nekkid body. Thoughts wont slow, worries continue to grow. I wish to keep writing, but I know if I closed my laptop it would give me an opportunity to let it out. Let go. Just cry. I need the tears to flow down my freckled cheeks. Ever sensitive, carefully emotional.
Sometimes I just need to be caressed, held, cherished and understood. Like we all dream of being. Do we?
It's time...
