liber-ta

nothing is ever what it seems to be,

careful when you go looking for life’s hidden meanings.

you might still end up missing,

a really big piece.

gray is the day when I close my eyes,

deep is the memory I carry in my mind.

it’s the dark greens for me,

rolling hills, and sunset scenery.

when I was a little girl running through orchards of walnut trees,

and cherry.

thinking how beautiful it must be to be free.