This Is Your Life

I see it all through a telescope: guitar, suitcase, and a warm coat

Lying in the back of the blue boat, humming a tune..

the whole world is moving, but i'm standing still.

.happy place.

i am petting a horse, running my hands through his mane, looking into his eyes. there is such a calmness in a horse's eyes, the sound of a horse eating grass, his breath on your arm or sniffing your face. i miss that comfort so much, there is nothing equal to it. going outside at any hour of the day or night, climbing over the fence and onto Brandee's warm back for a cry, a hug, and complete comfort and relief.