Ink with a white gel pen.
Hands reaching out to an orb of wonder in a night sky littered with stars. I am grasping at what was once mine and soon will be again.
When going through hardship, sometimes the things we love the most can be lost. A block in our minds, an anxious ravenous urge to create but not knowing what. This need to find solace in what was and is loved. Trapped in a mind full of turmoil. I wait.
For when the dust has settled and the hardships are over the sky is endless with sparkling opportunities. Reaching out and finally obtaining that love, brings out a feeling of hope. An endless wonder. A feeling of Home.