Yes I see them.
Those clouds floating away abandoning my skies, making way to sunlight. The rains have gone and the days shall now be long; air carries the season’s warmth. I miss the cold, that chill down my spine; I shed the skin that I once called mine.
A strange feeling of comfort creeps from underneath while I explore this world through the window. sing for me, birds of the morning and I’ll wait for you and wave when you fly back home; for I have nothing but this face to show.
Yes I see myself.
The world makes little sense now, the calmer I am, the louder I hear myself. It has been hard to learn; to be alone and to let go but you will still find me
Smiling at you.