WHO SAYS I CAN'T BE FREE FROM ALL OF THE THINGS THAT I USED TO BE

"Nothing to do, nowhere to be, a simple little kind of free

nothing to do, no one but me, and that's all I need

I am perfectly lonely"

I like John Mayer, 

the song above is not one of the better ones but the lyrics suit my feelings today...

HANDS

Holding hands whole hand or holding hands entwined fingers?

RAIN TO RINSE OUT MY HEAD AND CLEAN MY HEART

Julie Deply

PLEASE PUT ON YOUR SHOES,

Come here...

And lend me a hand

your hand

HUSSSH

I feel like (a)....

a new light
like sugar
like cherry blossoms in summer night time

like thin paper hearts
like porcelain 
like honeysuckle (dew)
like giraffe crayons
like warm chocolate cookies
like a rainbow
like red painted toe nails
like the sun's reflection
like wet puppy nose

LITTLE TEA POT

When I was in my teens my mom gave me a small tea pot in light blue.

She said that it was for me to bring with me, when I moved to my own place someday. 

My first tea pot.

It's been years.

It is when I go "home" that I bring out my tea pot.

My first tea pot belongs to a time before 'my own life'. It is nice that is stands on the shelf every time I return.

KVIDEWIT

I was listening closely to what the birds were singing this morning outside my window (my guess was 'Why oh why?" because the snow was once again falling).

My mom always used to call me her little bird, she said I had bird shoulders. 

Once when I was in a bad place she said I was a little bird with broken wings.

When things got better I remember thinking I felt like a hawk, like an eagle rising.

The mint green mushroom with a white hat above is my mom's home for the birds.