stained glass and eggs

11.4.15.

I see the way you walk.
as if you held the sun in your hand.

the little children teach us much
more than we may ever understand.

i don't think you can be
everything. thats too much.

you haven't left yet no matter
the silence you've place in our
home.

maybe home is only a feeling and
you are only a second.

who knows.

they still write with tears.

9:57 pm                         ❤Arielle Meier

maybe you were gone before you were gone.
.even so.             Its nice to be loved.