Every morning, i'm scouring library shelves and then lying down in a field with a pile of books beside me and a basket with tons of bread and tea and the breeze is blowing gently as the sun spills onto my back,making my eyelids droop.
But tonight I'll ache with undefined longing and look up to the sky.
To the dreamers who look at to the stars and wish,
To the stars that listen and dreams that are answered.
- JoinedOctober 3, 2020