Writing

I want to smell the fall in the air 
As we look up in the sky 
Full of stars all different yet alike 
I want the breeze to echo your name 
As it floats along the wind 

I just want someone

To hold me like you did,

But in a way I'm not suffocating

Under their poisonous grip. 

I want to fall in love,

As October comes into focus,

Running through those woods

It's only four o'clock,

But I still should be home

Cleaning the whole house,

Like I have all the time in the world. 

It's only five o'clock, 

But dinner should be on the table,

Our next life will always cost us this one

Soon the fun of it all will wither away

We can only pray that we're able to make the most of it

When the fires are lit

A Most Invaluable Gift

             “I don’t pray for you to be happy, but for you to deserve to be happy.”

Why...

Why is it an exception for Wamon to be emotional and gentle?

Why is it an exception for all people to go to college?