From a distance, almost everything looks real.

Sometimes the only dreams I have are the ones I make.

I miss dreaming.

I miss flying.

So I create a place for my thoughts to dwell.

I close my eyes and imagine my feet in the clouds,

my wings in the wind.

I hold my breath and wonder why my feet have to touch the ground.

I'm weak and I'm tired, but my heart still beats.

My lungs still breathe.

My wings are broken, but my song stays strong.

My tears still flow.

Sometimes I wonder if I kept going, could I find my way to heaven?

Why do my feet need the ground?

I miss dreaming.

I miss flying.

From a distance, everything looks real.

xoxo- Leah

Image Details:

Fujifilm X-e1

35mm 1.4

glass prism for reflection

Photoshop:

minor color and light adjustments

pincushion lens effect with Nik software

Her Spirit Shines

Her spirit shines.

Her body is made of water and flesh,

Pieces of those before her.

Pieces of strangers,

Of distant memories,

Of dreams.

And her spirit-

And her spirit shines.

Inside the flesh and bones,

An energy resides,

A thousand years or more,

She has lived many lives.

Composed of light and strength, 

Gentle kindness and compassion, 

And with each of her body's breaths 

 Her soul inhales the wind.

She is the mother of flowers,

Sister of the moon,

She shines like the sun.

Her colors are a rainbow.

Birds fly for her,
And she hears their message.

She gives freely, loves fiercely, and teaches patiently.

She is the daughter of the Universe.

And her spirit,
Her spirit shines. 

(Image and words for/of my dear friend, Amie, who has guided and supported me through many emotional battles over the span of nearly 20 years, and is forever teaching me to see the world in a different light.) 

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In the Spring

In the Spring, my heart did bloom

But Summer came, and scorching June.

And So my heart did wither, dry

Till all but buried deep did die.