Yesterday was a sort of these days, no time even to take a breath. Invitations, places to go, my lips smiling in gratittude for everything, filling my heart and giving no chance to think about my loneliness.
But this night, here I am , trying to let it go while I write to somebody... To myself? I don t know.
I planned on taking the kids and my sister to the beach, but something happened and we had to schedule it to the next weekend.
How is a day supposed to be so different from the others ? My eyes are not so bright now. I wonder if I could be embraced at this moment... It would comfort me so much... It would vanish all this sense.
My son came to me ,then kissed me and I hold him tight. Every time he can, he brings me flowers, a little bunch of so sweet ones with his pure love.
Ok, at least no tears ,no fear, just a wish and my serene voice in sweet melodies playing again.
I just have to confess to myself that if I had someone now to give all my love, I would feel much better than ever. And I don t. So... again and again, I open the door of my own feelings to spread through the wind... to release my soul , someway...
I surrender my life again to the sky after trying and getting this conclusion that waiting is the best thing to do...
