A fall From feathers light, Golden Fields of feeling Forever trapped in feverish blight. Though the day is warm Always in preparation for the mightiest of storm. Not one of simple rain, But that which from the mind Attacks in vain. So now How in need are we, For the feelings of freedom To be truly free.

A young and beautiful girl waiting for rain in a drought

What’s wrong without a partner well I can tell you something love is compassion like love from your family love is from your friends. Love is everywhere auntie frame that special person Beware you will never think of your friends family being your love ever again. Well, you might love them, and you might see them occasionally to show them their grandchildren. You will never visit frequently anymore your grandchildren, Stacy, your grandchildren, Max they will never see their grandparents as frequently as they used to because the parents Lily and Joanne don’t like them

A lone figure in the meadow stands, With shattered skies and trembling hands. The wind, a thief with reckless grace, Steals her umbrella without a trace. The flowers bow, the grasses sway, As clouds devour the golden day. Her dress, a shadow in the light, Dances softly with the fading night. What did she lose, this wandering soul? A dream, a love, a fractured whole? The feathers fall, the storm takes flight, Leaving silence in its might. She stretches forth, her fingers bare, As if to catch the fleeting air. And though the tempest tore apart, It left her wild, unbroken heart.

As she runs through the meadow of flowers she picks up speed as the wind rushes under her umbrella. The flower petals whisper and flurry all around her as she passes by. Feeling free as a bird she keeps running. Letting all her cares, secrets, and worries escape her mind and soul. She’s light as a feather for the first time in forever. The hours feel like minutes, the rest of the world disappears. She’s alone and at peace at last.

you know i was walking through a field and i had my umbrella because its may and it always rains in may but it didnt i had to check my watch maybe its june? but i havent graduated its may and its not raining and im in a field lost and looking for a ride i called because it was raining but its not raining and it never was i was so sure itd rain its may but it wont i dont need the ride i dont need the umbrella i didnt need any of it

Into the field she goes The sun will stay with her Feathers grace the umbrella Flowers bloom with her every step This is her life now

We felt brave. Despite the challenges . found glimmers of hope . In the darkest of days . questioned our bravery . Throughout our strongest points . Aching joints . Tell stories . No one can hear . Quaking thoughts . Bold faces . Small traces . Of what we were . Who one could be . History.

I carry the umbrella high Above in a field of wheat Wanting to fly with the birds I see feathers fly down as I hope The clouds are breaking through With the sun shing through Even though I’m still sad I dream of what could And as I dream I start to float high The umbrella doesn’t break And as I fly I see everything below me Small as dots I feel free like I can’t do anything wrong I let the wind take where it wants to lead me As I wave the wheat field good bye

Loneliness creeps like a plague, it’s silent but permeates everything it comes across mercilessly. I look at it in the eyes, it looks back at me and whispers it’s enchanting words: ”You don’t need anyone but yourself” “Remember how they hurt you” “This is the cost you have to pay to be able to live freely” ¿Freedom? ¿Does it even exist? ¿Do I even truly want it?