I dreamt of this girl
Her hair flew down in curls
and her eyes divined pearls.
She would cry and I'd ask why,
She'd defy and I would nigh,
Her eyes pour tides
Like the world's broken ocean-
She'd coarsely whip her eyes..
Her eyes defined, - My very own eyes.
She unfolded my hands,
damp from her eyes,
A furrow aged note,
scribbled 'Please take me back home.'.
Then she left- and the paper awaited.
+It's almost already April,. Times flying really fast. I have a year to find out, what can I do to make me last.
So I have 2 questions. 1) When they say 'home', where and what is home to you?
2) What are your goals this year that you really want to achieve? It can be anyyyything.xo