flying a kite


I'm reading all these letters 

postcards addressed to me

Yes I keep the ones written out to destiny

Left thinking

Who is this person 

So lucky to be ?

I forget sometimes

Who I am and what it means to love me

Sometimes in the still I feel so guilty

That I fall out

still in

A happy sad happy found again

That we are we and we saved us

Still have the moments

Just still 

so sad that I fell out

I'm still falling 

You landed

- catté