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Your arms are not long enough to reach

21/7/2017

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The air is getting clearer each and every day. I always like days like today. I woke up late and sat beside the open window. The breeze is caressing my face I can hear distance sounds of children playing. I feel free like no one is needing or wanting any thing from me. This feels good like when I dip my hand deep into the sand. Its my secret. The breeze is warm and I'm walking bare foot down the path that leads to where you are. You are always there standing waiting with a big grin on your face. You make your way to that swing we both love and we laugh out loud like children. I could stay here for hours singing lullaby's into the well hoping our dreams and secrets reach the bottom and are safe there. I always wanted to reach the bottom but its too far down and your arms are not long enough to reach and neither are mine. I try with my foot and point my toes but that doesn't work either. You hold your wet hand out to touch my hair but I'm already climbing that old tree we love. The one with branches that are breaking with every step. You follow me up as we reach towards the limitless sky. We hug and know we can do anything. Even though we are older now. Our dreams are still there waiting for us to pick them up and fly away. I drop a leaf down towards the dirty ground and I let go. I'm falling through the air and I fear nothing. You will be there to catch me like you always do.
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