Why is it I want so much what you can’t give?
Why do I yearn for a life I could never live?
Why do I behave in ways I just can’t forgive?
It could be anything…
Surely it can’t be love? Continue reading →
*I came up with this poem while knitting on a shawl on a rainy day listening to Moon by George Winston-the name of the colors of the yarn I am using are in the poem: Forest, Nocturne, Deep Waters, Vineyard, Basalt, Oregon Coast, and Pearlescent. Everything-yarn, words, music-joined together in one peaceful, harmonic moment. Proof that inspiration can come from anything.