We are just hopeless dreamers… Wishing upon an imagined love. Waiting on a falling star, To see a dream that shall not come to pass. Hoping. Wishing. Dreaming. Anxiously knowing of what is not to come.
A sense of tranquility surrounds me as I sit, basking in the warmth of a beautifully sunny day. Magnolia leaves gently whisper a sweet melody upon my ears… I inhale the fresh air, deeply. Feeling renewed, loved and centered. Embracing this moment, such a rarity: the serenity of it all.