poeticnook

i’ve been meaning to ask you that for the longest time, you always seem to know so much about things, well not really, but at least you pretend to. you once told me about love, and how it weaves around everything, even the things we cannot see. i never understood what it meant, but i wanted to believe it, i wanted to believe you.

today i wish i could run across wet fields and feel love weave around me, even if for only a second. i wish i could feel again.. and when finally i do, i’ll know heaven isn’t that far away.