Archive for March 2018

Two kids in a wild world that was all our own.
A world shaped by musical notes and a curiosity.
A place where love could sleep still, above the trees.
We were always covered, even on the wildest of days.

We didn’t know any better, and we didn’t care to.
Our way was the only way.
I still see us through rose-colored lenses, serene and blooming.
And on any day less than immaculate, I know we’ll wipe away the fog.

Our home has become wherever we are, all our own.