wildcat

Missing someone is a funny thing, so simple a concept yet so complex in its effects.

For me, missing you is listening to your favorite music because you are not there to play it.

I’ve seen a million sunsets and sunrises, yet each day still dawns with new surprises. As the sun peaks its golden rays over the green mountains, Vermont’s future stretches out with new horizons.

In the fields, there are dustings of flowers like confetti left over from a party, sprinkled over the land so randomly, yet beautiful in their chaos. 

The sun, I think is like a friend that you have lost

One that you've drifted so far from, that it is impossible to return

Yet still its light shines on you, so blinding you must look away.

In the cradle of the galaxy’s abyss, we float

Born and aged through evolutions, revolutions

The Earth has been here, and we are passengers on a never ending journey in our orbit round the sun