The forest cries out to me,
time to come home.
and write about my beauty it says.
Come home, my child.
The birds will sing for you,
leaves will rustle,
and the wolves howl.
and I will heal you.
Do not tell everyone your story. You will only end up feeling more rejected. People cannot give you what you long for in your heart.
I fall in love all the time. With music, film, poetry. A smile. A bum. But rarely the whole of someone.
Your soulmate is not someone that comes into your life peacefully. It is who comes to make you question things, who changes your reality, somebody that marks a before and after in your life. It is not the human being everyone has idealized, but an ordinary person, who manages to revolutionize your world in a second…