onsdag 20. august 2025

loving myself ☆

I finally remember 
How it feels to love the one which i always have with me

I am hearing my song
And my love for earth and my dandelion blown wishes are carried by the wind
I finally remember who that girl is
And how it is to sit with her
And feel who she is and how she is

I am finding my voice
That sometimes soft burn but firm and true like a flower or a knife
And me
I am finding me
Somewhere in this doll 
Who and what I want to be

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