When I’m feeling down, he carries me. He lifts me up, higher than I can ever imagine, taking me to another level of happiness. Feeling light as a feather, I float within the air, allowing the wind to direct me to a better place. A place where comfort assures me that reality situation is only temporary. He brings better days with him.
I know it’s nothing, I know it’s not going anywhere yet I can’t help but question what if? What if you change your mind, what if you want the same too and what if it all came true? But then again, I’m just hoping for too much. I’m allowing myself to get hurt. It’s like I’m setting myself up, as if I’m willing to fall. Why? Because you make me happy and because of that, it’s worth it.