Front door ajar Shrugged aside by an insistent breeze Over restless surface of congealed cat food tins Boxes meant for recycling Bloom on trash bags like promises Smeary plastic dishes piled against The tide of unwashed forks Me curled like a shell Moored under my knit comforter hoping to float away

don’t let yourself float away to the moon or you’ll miss the flowers under your feet that bloom

you were so loving once, upon my bed i lay, feet kicking as you typed my doubt away as you called me beautiful as you called me yours i miss it

you were so perfect once, so perfect that it was easy to ignore how everyone around me hated you i wish you were still perfect maybe then i wouldn’t have had to say goodbye

you are my everything why aren’t i yours? you tell me that you’re doing your best, but your best was over the summer when i was everything to you when did i become nothing so unimportant that you stopped texting stopped calling

you said you were doing your best you said i just got used to it and now i want more i deserve more but i want you i want you to told me in yours arms and kiss me and tell me how much i matter to you but you forgot how

i took down all your pictures off my wall and it hurts to see how empty it is, that’s how my heart feels my mom tells me she loves me and i hate hearing it because it reminds me of how you’ll never say those words to me again i just wanted to be your everything because you are mine

i’m tired of the tears streaming down my cheeks i’m tired of feeling like this my heart aching my chest so tight it’s like i’ve forgotten how to breath i don’t how to sleep without your goodnight texts at night it was a mistake to say goodbye to you rationally i know it wasn’t but emotionally i crave you hate myself for letting you go

i let myself float away to the moon and now i miss the flowers that once blossomed under my feet and instead now melt to ash

In my youth, my feet were tied to the ground for but once a year.

Each summer, I was set free in the once-foreign mountains that quickly became the closest thing I'd ever had to call home.

I was the kid always lost in a daydream in history class wishing I was running through the pines, playing Capture the Flag with my summer camp friends instead of running down the sidewalk from the bus stop to my doorstep to get out of the rain before it could soak me to the bone.

My only goal in growing up was to escape; to leave that coastal town and find refuge in the mountains.

I had only ever seen my mountains in the summer when they were dusted with wildflowers and kissed by the sun all day long. That first winter was a harsh wake-up call. The wildflowers were replaced with snowflakes and the warm friendly company of the summer sun was replaced by the harsh bite of the winter wind. I was suddenly alone in the only place I'd ever been able to call home.

So I did what any desperate young person would do and I moved across the ocean. To a far-off land, I brought my 23 kg suitcases to chase a new mountain home. It was everything I thought I'd ever wanted but I had to leave too soon. And though I grew up a lot in those foreign mountains an ocean away, it wasn't enough to stop me from doing it again.

This is my third time running away to foreign mountains, I think I have it figured out. Don't let yourself float away to the moon in search of newer mountains that won't pack a winter bite. Or you'll miss the flowers under your feet that bloom while you're distracted looking for your new home. Home is where you are, where you plant your own wildflowers and make your own summer sunshine warmth.

So now I yearn for those first foreign mountains that will always be my favorite home. A piece of my heart lives in each of the mountains I have floated away to. And I feel at home in each, but nothing can compare to the first place you make your home and find yourself starting to bloom.

O luminoso sol pode até aquecer tua alma, Mas o frio interno é apenas tu quem podes enfrentar. A escuridão e a solidão são inevitáveis, então aprenda a conviver com elas. Há beleza no escuro, tanto quanto no silêncio. Assim como no sussuro do vento. O vento é preciso, sempre sopra em uma certa direção. Tu não precisas seguí-lo todas as vezes. Mas não esqueças de ouvir o que ele tem a dizer. Às vezes, os sussuros te contam segredos, basta escutar. Da mesma forma, não se deixe levar pela lua, a deslumbrante musa pálida. Ou perderás as flores, tão atraentes quanto, que florecem sob seus próprios pés.

Don’t let yourself float away to the moon, Or you’ll miss the flowers under your feet that bloom. The world beneath you is just as precious, As the stars above that seem endless.

Look down, feel the earth beneath your toes, Let your senses awaken, your curiosity grows. The scent of fresh soil, the touch of a petal, The sight of colors so vibrant and gentle.

Don’t get lost in the vastness of the sky, For there’s beauty on Earth you shouldn’t deny. The whisper of the wind in the trees, The laughter of children, the buzzing of bees.

Don’t let yourself drift too far from reality, For there’s magic in the present, in every little duality. The rustle of leaves, the warmth of the sun, The taste of raindrops, the feeling of being one.

So keep your feet firmly planted on the ground, And let yourself be in the moment, always around. The moon may be alluring, but don’t forget, The beauty of Earth is something you shouldn’t let.

Dear passed lover, Don’t pass just yet, Let your spirit bless this event We have come today to honour your life To weep for you this cold winter night

Dear passed lover, Don’t pass just yet, The kids would like to smell your scent Their cherry blossom scented cries Weep for you with all their might

Dear passed lover, Don’t pass just yet, Your friends are here to grieve your end They loved you so, so why’d you go? Your friendship felt to them like gold

Dear passed lover, Don’t pass just yet, Don’t leave me now, I can’t be left! Don’t let yourself float away to the moon, Or you’ll miss the flowers under your feet that bloom

We’ve all walked through the fields And stumbled through the thorns We shoot through the night sky Like the stars in the sky We are push and we try To achieve our biggest goals Don’t let yourself float away to the moon Or you’ll miss the flowers under your feet that bloom We all want what we are not And desire what we do not have We lose sight of what matters And miss the beauty that’s in our grasp

Don’t let yourself float away to the moon, Or you’ll miss that flowers under your feet that bloom. Quiet words that hide under the lies people tell you, Come to life when you turn your back from them they do. It’s a quiet admirer in the corner of your eye. Or a small friend on the edge that wants to die. The moment you turn your back on them, Their love multiplies by the tens. Don’t let yourself float away to the moon, Or you’ll miss the flowers under your feet that bloom.

Some of us, yes some of us wish to float away to the moon.

We think it’ll be easier than what life throws at us down below.

We think of what life could be up there among the stars and the galaxies.

We dream of shooting stars so we can have our wishes come true.

We dream of travelling in time, through the galaxies and past the sun on the other side of the world.

We dream of what life could look like above the clouds and in the sky.

As we dream, we forget about life below the clouds.

We forget the magic that appears within a rainbow in the sky.

We forget that some of us are selfless and ready to provide a stranger kindness.

We forget about the magic of memories, of past loved ones that pass their advice on through the generations.

We forget about the power of love, a love so strong that it expels us into oblivion.

We forget about the birds and the bees and the nature that was provided just for us.

So please, don’t let yourself float away to the moon, or you’ll miss the flowers under your feet that bloom.

I’m laying here beneath the stars There’s Beauty up above I feel myself, start to float away As if I’m headed towards the moon

I close my eyes and off I go I dozed off into the night It’s early morning and now awake It’s beautiful as the sun begins to rise

As I sit up to see the sun As it quickly starts to rise It’s early morning, sun arised The dew is on the ground

The flowers spout beneath my feet
It’s a beautiful site to see I could of missed the morning sun I got to watch the flowers bloom

I woke up just in time To see nature at its best The fragrance smell. And beauty site I would not miss it for the world

                              12-21-24