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the squeak of the rocking chair. breeze blows curls. hands reach for sun. & there’s smiles. tails thump against wood & paws cross. she stretches her toes & breathes it in. sometimes she wonders why? why is life so complicated when u can jus forget and sit in the sun and think about light things that float away in the breeze and can be forgotten about. why can’t we jus only trust. & love. why can’t we jus live as though all we care about is jesus & sunshine. she sighs. the questions. the ache. the nostalgia for something else. the longing for somthing else. following bare feet through the cold she listens. the birds aren’t worried. singing and playing wth the wind. teasing the blowing grass. the grass that is trying so hard to see the sun through the melting snow. maybe it’s ok to be like those birds. holding face in hands she watches. free. happy. not careing if thier friends are even happy. jus focusing on good happy light things. holding on to things that matter. & letting those burdens fall hurtling to the ground. to thier death. done. done. squeezing her eyes shut making them water. the bright sun stinging.