“Hope is the thing with feathers
hat perches in the soul,
nd sings the tune without the words,
nd never stops at all.”
Today I’m dreaming and all feels good. No matter clichés from louder voices, no matter the opinions coming from real worlds. What this represents to me is bigger than any other interpretation. The fact of being there holding her old arm, together, walkig this by slow steps, going through with joy inside, feeling like children, feeling this from honest side, relaying on our dreams. What life is about is motion. No matter the age there is always motion inside.